Spring 1970, Age 18
The night ferry sailed to Dublin from Holyhead and I landed once again at the boys hostel on Lord Edward Street. There was no welcome just as there’d been no farewell. My bedroom was familiar, my roommates distant and the big green-baize table in the billiard table stood waiting for me to push the colored balls around. The hostel was the same, but everything else had changed: no mother, no vomit in the urinals, no access to drugs—and a job profoundly different from anything I’d ever imagined. [Read more…] about 19: Boxed and Unbound