Part 07
The morning I was well dressed and all set to see my lawyer about the supposed winning I had got wind of, I had an expensive blue tie on ......very expensive. I lost this tie while I was fast asleep at the eatery; Super Mac, someone took my tie. This was a clue to how precarious my well being had become.
But that did not deter me from the often impulsive ways I acted, whenever it was I saw something that was both out of place and at the same time a promising curio. Perhaps this informs the rationale it took for me to follow a lady I vaguely knew all the way from Heuston station, leaving all wallet and cards behind, to Galway, West of Ireland on the 26th of July.
I ended up by train in Galway by way of once changing trains at a place called the Limerick Junction which is somewhat one third the way between the Dublin station and Galway.
Galway is a city of nooks and crannies; not unlike most large cities in Ireland and even Europe, all things considered. There I took it upon myself to explore even though I had no cards or money to return via Dublin home. I was keen though to hang around as I saw a lot of persons carrying bags of money wandering up and down the streets of the central park of Galway. I mean for all I knew the money could just be mine being swerved up into my account at the Bank of Ireland
The morning I was well dressed and all set to see my lawyer about the supposed winning I had got wind of, I had an expensive blue tie on ......very expensive. I lost this tie while I was fast asleep at the eatery; Super Mac, someone took my tie. This was a clue to how precarious my well being had become.
But that did not deter me from the often impulsive ways I acted, whenever it was I saw something that was both out of place and at the same time a promising curio. Perhaps this informs the rationale it took for me to follow a lady I vaguely knew all the way from Heuston station, leaving all wallet and cards behind, to Galway, West of Ireland on the 26th of July.
I ended up by train in Galway by way of once changing trains at a place called the Limerick Junction which is somewhat one third the way between the Dublin station and Galway.
Galway is a city of nooks and crannies; not unlike most large cities in Ireland and even Europe, all things considered. There I took it upon myself to explore even though I had no cards or money to return via Dublin home. I was keen though to hang around as I saw a lot of persons carrying bags of money wandering up and down the streets of the central park of Galway. I mean for all I knew the money could just be mine being swerved up into my account at the Bank of Ireland
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