Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.

The truth was that she had managed to betray everyone by doing nothing. No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong. Not cheating on a non-boyfriend with the non-boyfriend of a friend. The pressure of thinking that one through made her swollen body ache.

It's us," Stephen said. "Oh, thank God," said a voice. Callum emerged from behind the Dumpster. Even with all that was going on, it was hard not to take notice of this: he wore only his underpants and his socks and shoes. ...I don't think I hid my staring very well either. "Go ahead and change," Stephen said, handing me the bag. "I'll go and get the car." "Please be quick," Callum added. "This is not as fun as it appears.

English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.

Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!

Don't get stabbed. It makes everything awkward.

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.