Galway and its Space of Society

Dear and esteemed friends, let us move on to the subject of Galway, Ireland. Renowned for its Spanish influence, Galway is in one moment the Boulder, Colorado of Ireland, and in the next, the Eugene, OR of Ireland. I have never before heard such a great deal of street musicians singing Joni Mitchell.

I arrived via Automocare, sitting in the backseat. Marion of Cork drove, her german mother complaining in the seat next to her. We arrived in the eventimes, and Kayne was well met to help me carry my baggage. He had traveled to fair(foul) Dublin in the previous week for a conference of Anarchistas.

Into the Galway space of Society didst we step after brief so-longs.

The show was a smashing success. People Meow Killed to the beat and found us a sweet reprieve from the onslought of metal mayhem we had been nestled betwixt. We retired for the evening, as my sinus infection had only worsened and my head felt like a Roman aquaduct full of whale semen.

Before departing fair Galway, we didst play a dashing game of Monster Cards. Most notably, I lost the Box that sucks all imagination from the World to a Black Hole. Damned didactic conceptual beasts are they all. However, one trumping concept was betrumped. My opponent casually said of Abe Lincoln "What, will your monster make his enemy his friend, like he was Abe Lincoln or something?" Such careless words were these, as I challenged him, dear reader, with my Zombie Resurrection of Abe Lincoln in Squid Form. He played Murder, represented by a chain weilding skeleton in a leather jacket. I held back, for quite awhile, simply using arguments such as "Did murder free the slaves?" And, only as my crushing and winning strike did I say "Well Abe would just make murder his friend," and my opponent did resign me the card. So beware, dear reader, for if we duel at monster cards, you have not only Zombie Resurrection of Abe Lincoln in Squid Form to contend with, but you must also face...MURDER!