The nightmares have begun but more than that, a reality has come to support what is my greatest fear, which is, the conscription of an obligated necessity that compels me to go home, where I suspect my past demons are preparing a subterfuge for a repetition of the unbearable likeness of Bweeng, close to the Monkey's Bridge en route to Nad which is the Cuckoo's Nest of the area. Down in the village, dare I go and break my sobriety in the Embassy for troubled minds seeking refuge from repressive attitudes that pervaded the land when I left half a century ago? I think I will, must, because I may well need an anaesthetic to cope, so where else. Looneys Pub!
My name is Ryan and I'm an alcoholic, I have been clean & sober for 18 years, but I'm going back to Ireland after an exile of close to 50 years. A clove of garlic nor a crucifix can't protect me from ***** Sean's who are going to be there waiting for me. But my sponsor said, Feel the Pain but do it anyway.