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Stranger than fiction. [Feb. 6th, 2010|02:00 pm]
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When I was in my late teens and living in England, a friend said to me that my life sounded like it would be a good plot for a soap opera, except the watershed would be so late, it could never be shown.

Life continued like that for my second first year. Like getting locked into someone's apartment in Rathmines while they went to Blackrock (for people who aren't aware of Dublin, that's a long distance) for sausages - I need to mention they didn't have a car. I managed to find myself on the gay boat on my outgoing and return journeys when I was inter-railing.

These days, I consider my life to be kinda tame, and not all that interesting. There are less of those smack-in-the-face "I could put this in a book and it would be written off as purely unbelievable" moments, or maybe I'm just desensitized to a lot of it.

I needed to say all this because I want you to try the following:

Imagine you hear "Everyone in this restaurant, even the Satanists. Know that God loves you" shouted, while you're sitting in Burger King with a Lithuanian Grandmother biting your fingernails, while you're drinking hot coffee through a straw.

That happened to me last night. It was an act of sheer willpower not to cackle at the surreality of it all.
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