Crack- it's for the kids

Hokay, so this is the second time I'm writing this message b/c the comp. just logged me off, and if it happens again I'm going to bed and you guys are SOL. Here's the shortened version- I spend the day walking around Dublin, seeing Trinity College and the book of kells-an old ass book in an old ass library. Ate some Irish Stew made with Guinness. Yes dad, even the food I eat has alcohol. No mom, I couldn't avoid it, b/c it looked good and I wanted to eat it. No Bubbi, it's not even possible for me to get drunk off of that, but chances are I'll be getting drunk off of something at some point later in the evening. Yes mom, I did have them stick some extra broccali in there. I sat next to a nice Irish couple on the plane over here. They informed me that I'd be travelling on Good Friday- A national crisis day on account of every pub being closed. Upon asking them what special sites I should see, they became more worried about how I'm going to get drunk on Friday than giving me advice on creating special memories that will last me the rest of my life. Needless to say, we drank a beer together on the plane.

They also told me to go to a city called Galway and that I'd get some great crack there. I was like, thanks for the tip but if you have a place where you're getting great crack, you should keep that to yourself, b/c if you keep telling everybody about it, there won't be any left for you. They informed me that Craik actually means fun. Naturally, I told them to disregard my last comment. Moral of the story- in the future, upon being offered crack, take it- You'll probably end up having a good time. Remember, no matter how old you are, there's always room in your life for a little crack. Be good all and talk soon,

JJ

p.s.- What did the fish say when he ran into the wall?
- Dam.

p.p.s- if you didn't get that joke, don't email me.

much love.