“And what is da lord’s music den?” asked Shane.
“Bono. He has the world on his shoulders” said The Barman.
“Yeah, by sticking his head up its fucking arse. Jaysus. Sure I hope dat twat lives for a fuckin hundred centuries. I hope he never dies. God help us when he does and you all make a fuckin saint out of him. Ya do realize dat he is to music what Father Brendan Smyth was to da fuckin church” said Shane.
“Watch your mouth boy. Bono is a good man. You look at the good he does in Africa. The pace is shining because of him. They’re celebrating Easter because of him. And what have you done? Inspired a nation of youth to drink till they’re green, piss in their pants and wake up stoned somewhere that they can’t remember for the life of them how they even got there”
“I’m savin da fuckin world”
“By doing what? Shouting, cursing, shaming your mother?”
“Would you give us one pint of the black stuff?” asked Shane.
“No” said The Barman.
“Well you got all dat residue and spill in the tray down da bottom. Can I drink dat? I got a mean fuckin tirst” said Shane.
“Jaysus. Have you got no feckin shame?” said The Barman.
“Gave it all to mammy apparently” said Shane.
- The Boy from the County Hell excerpt ₢2013 C. Sean McGee
“Bono. He has the world on his shoulders” said The Barman.
“Yeah, by sticking his head up its fucking arse. Jaysus. Sure I hope dat twat lives for a fuckin hundred centuries. I hope he never dies. God help us when he does and you all make a fuckin saint out of him. Ya do realize dat he is to music what Father Brendan Smyth was to da fuckin church” said Shane.
“Watch your mouth boy. Bono is a good man. You look at the good he does in Africa. The pace is shining because of him. They’re celebrating Easter because of him. And what have you done? Inspired a nation of youth to drink till they’re green, piss in their pants and wake up stoned somewhere that they can’t remember for the life of them how they even got there”
“I’m savin da fuckin world”
“By doing what? Shouting, cursing, shaming your mother?”
“Would you give us one pint of the black stuff?” asked Shane.
“No” said The Barman.
“Well you got all dat residue and spill in the tray down da bottom. Can I drink dat? I got a mean fuckin tirst” said Shane.
“Jaysus. Have you got no feckin shame?” said The Barman.
“Gave it all to mammy apparently” said Shane.
- The Boy from the County Hell excerpt ₢2013 C. Sean McGee
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