I was brought up in an Irish ghetto called Hell –no money for booze, smokes, or chicks. At age 9, I got beaten up regularly by women with thick Irish brogues dressed in black who told us we could be evaporated by “Roos—kee” bombs if we didn’t spend every waking minute pleading to the Virgin to intercede.
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