Spagetthi

Ballymun was the first time I ever had spagetthi I’m nearly sure of it, Sally Kevin, Clive, Angela my dads people out there, in the grass till a scream for tea, “get up here” scramble scram on the north north side was ready quickly, bread Vienna roll too and Fanta Orange for the wash down, they stared at my dirty knees tut tutting, the TV blasting loud the cousins eye me, how come he got more? The smell of just done washing daz. Street lamps and unseen murder.

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