Fleeing the pungent Irish stew of vague religious guilt and alcohol, Paul moved to London where the stew just got more foreign and complicated. He spends his days alternately bemused and astounded by the world at large, and writing is a doomed effort to put words to the visions that gnaw at the ragged edges of his mind. This is Paul’s first published piece and he fully expects to be dining out on it for the rest of his days.
- Jun 3, 2014
Paul's Writing in Fireside