Apocalypse Now

Carrigaholt. Shit. I'm only in Carrigaholt. Every time, I think I'm gonna wake up back in Dublin. When I was home after my first tour, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my mother until I said yes to moving out. When I was here, I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back to Dublin. I'm here a week now. Waiting for a mission. Getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker. And every minute Charlie squats in Bambino, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter. My mother keeps asking me “what’s going on?” I told her “That’s confidential” she doesn’t get it. The shit piles up so high here…the horror