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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

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So, I’m setting up my stuff, and outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog? It’s a fluffy golden retriever, and it just jumps right into my shot! I’m like, “Dude, this is not a petting zoo!” But honestly, it was kinda cute. I snapped a pic of the chaos.

Death Notice of Darragh Minogue (Balally, Dublin)