the bridge center, and other places {what up to my homy clonaslee bill}

the coal gap, the bog road, the idle corner, cully lane, long jim's, one eyed dan's, the path field, the convent, old kieran's, the bog moor... idk. places have crazy names. right now i am in a tiny mall aka shopping center. this place is an embarrasment, it makes the previously discussed jefferson valley mall look like the westchester. this place is mad provincial and shit. its kinda weird to sleep---> rlly rlly far away from all other houses (ca. miles) kick the geto plastic soccer ball most of the day, go on walks. beautiful scenery. lots of family history stuff. confused about who is who. think i have a massive extended family i dont even know. in america noone has any family at all. people might have like some cousins and aunts and uncles and shit. they dont know the full history of everyone who ever married into their family for 200 yrs tho do they?. (rhetorical question they dont: dont even try it\)rlly down with these 3€ sneakers they have. noone seems to wear them. i dont think they have hipsters here. maybe i am in the north dakota of ireland: most rural and backwards status. (again rhetorical, obvi i am in the most rural and backwards place maybe in western europe. portugal and the south of italy aside) whatevs rockin and rollin. bulls are scary motherfuckers, helped pen one so it could get an injection, they are like 1000 plus lbs and have vicious potenital [also delicious potential via angus status]

not to be all self referential but livestock painting? might have to do a clonaslee bill portrait