I traveled to Ireland in the summer of 2012. It is a place where the terrain is rough and hilly, but overall beautiful. There are sheep everywhere. The owners spray paint the sheep to mark who belongs to who. It’s quite interesting, riding around over bumpy hills and seeing sheep with red and blue marks.
He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and walked right through the door. Where he went, I don’t know. But I miss him. The alcohol made him mean and rude, but I still loved him. Part of me wishes I ran after him that night, but part of me knew that I shouldn’t have to deal […]