Black Irish

[BrownBear]

Riley took a long, hearty drag of a crumpled Marlboro cigarette. An old eighties song played softly out of the old, dusty wooden jukebox in the dark corner of the pub. Cigarette smoke circled round the ankles of the men laughing in the bar, the smoke mixed with the smell of beer and an odd lingering smell of vomit to create a distinct musky odour which most people in the bar were too drunk to notice. Thick Irish accents boomed around the pub, bouncing off the walls and strait into Riley’s ears through his pre hung over mind.

 

Riley was a young, second generation Irish man, he had short black hair and cold blue eyes. He had lived all his life in South Boston, a rough, Irish working class district of Boston. He grew up in a small council flat, his father was nearly always drunk and rarely at home, at age six his dad died of alcohol poisoning. After this his mum had a mental break down, she would beat him profusely, the slightest thing would set her off, if he didn’t wash his hands before a meal, he would be beaten, one time he left the door open after going out and when he came back she beat into unconsciousness with a frying pan. He had three brothers and two sisters, all older than him and had left the house when his father died, one of his brothers may have died in Northern Ireland and another had overdosed on heroin somewhere in Providence, Rhode Island. At age fifteen Riley beat a man to death in a bar fight, he was shocked when he realised he didn’t feel a thing, his mother had beaten out any compassion out of him and replaced it with hate.

 

At age seventeen he met Paddy Donovan, a brutal sociopath from the neighbourhood. Paddy was raised in Bogside, Belfast and thus had a volatile pride of his religion and ethnicity. He moved to South Boston when he was thirteen and immediately settled in with the more violent catholic boys in the neighbourhood. He and his gang used to wait outside the bus stops of the protestant areas, as people got off the bus they would throw rocks, sticks and bricks at the crowd coming of the bus. Pretty soon he started hanging out with some heavy guys, he shed his relations with the nationalistic boys he used to hang out with, they were scared of him. He started to hang out with mob guys who hung out at the pot o’ gold pub in Southie; he started running errands for the mobsters mostly planting car bombs and smashing up the shops of people who refused to pay protection. It was around this time he met the volatile Riley, Paddy was the match that would set this time bomb off.

 

More to come...

[Oxidizer]

F*ck yeah.

 

I'm already hooked on this and can't wait till you post the next part.

[BrownBear]

F*ck yeah.

 

I'm already hooked on this and can't wait till you post the next part.

Cheers mate, i should have some more tomorow .

[BrownBear]

Here is a little bit more:

 

It was a cold January morning in southie, Riley walked from his house into a banged up yellow taxi, he didn’t have a car. He was heading to his usual haunt at the Pot ‘o gold pub. On the way he rested his head against the car window and observed the scenery.

 

Southie was a maze of low to mid quality housing, dotted with buildings burned to shells from arson attacks and smashed shop windows. The kids of the neighbourhood quit school after the riots and numbed their hatred and anger with cocaine and painkillers. Southie was a death sentence, it was similar to a prison in many ways, few people could get out and the people living went from day to day with a strict code of silence, if a family member was killed then you had to bear it, there was no talking to police.

 

Riley got out of the cab and shuffled through the snow covered streets in the pub. It was a small, Irish bar where nearly everyone in the neighbourhood visited to drown out their abundant sorrows. Riley sat on his favourite stool on the corner of the bar and ordered a glass of rough Irish whiskey, he then guzzled it down and ordered another. He lit up a cigarette and rested his head in his arms. After about an hour of whiskey induced sleep he was startled awake by the sound of a glass smashing, he looked around to see a man curled into a foetal position on the floor, holding his head in his hands which blood was now pouring through. A stocky, dark haired man waddled over to the bar and sat down.

“Another whiskey please mate” ordered the man.

He looked over to Riley,

“How’s the food here mate?” Asked the man.

“Don’t eat here much” Replied Riley.

The man burst into laughing, repeatedly looking over at Riley then bursting into laughter again. This would be the beginning of an era in the life of Riley and Pedy Donovan.

 

[Tyler]

I seem to remember a certain movie channel that constantly plays a movie with the same name... Never watched it though.

 

 

 

Good work on your stuff so far, get some more and I shall consider reading it

[BrownBear]

I seem to remember a certain movie channel that constantly plays a movie with the same name... Never watched it though.

 

 

 

Good work on your stuff so far, get some more and I shall consider reading it

I have heard of that film, i really want to watch it.

Black Irish is the thing were Irish people have black hair, something to do with the Spanish.

And thanks mate, i will try to add a little more every day.

[Tyler]

hehe, I'm Irish, please don't lecture me on this (no offense). I've heard this on all my black-haired friends. Personally though, I think Brown and reddish hair are more culturally in tune with celtics that lived in Ireland and Scotland. So for me, I find it wierd since I belong to the brown hairs, but I ramble.

 

Anyways, keep writing I like it.

[BrownBear]

hehe, I'm Irish, please don't lecture me on this (no offense). I've heard this on all my black-haired friends. Personally though, I think Brown and reddish hair are more culturally in tune with celtics that lived in Ireland and Scotland. So for me, I find it wierd since I belong to the brown hairs, but I ramble.

 

Anyways, keep writing I like it.

Yeah i'm half Irish, all my Irish family has black hair.

Theres more coming today hopefully

[LuisBellic]

nice