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5:10 pm

I tell you I don’t think anything could have beat it for entertainment, I swear to Christ. You should have seen it.  I still can’t stop laughing what with Breen running all over hell like a lunatic idiot in his slippers and his wife chasing after, and Doran drunk and blubbering about God and dead Dignam and Christ and one eyed Moses I’m still not sure he’s dead or they’re just busting my balls, and then the citizen wanting to crucify Bloom dancing around bizarre outside just give him a reason and he gave him one.  Jesus H. Christ where do I start!  My sides.  Oh I can’t breathe.  I’m sorry.  I can’t.  It’s just too funny.  You had to be there.  Give me a minute.  I’ll tell you.  Give me a minute. Where do I.  Holy Christ.  I’ll be needing another beer for this.  So.  So.  Shit I can’t breathe.  Breen.  O hell!  Breen wants to sue for lib.  I can’t.  Libel.  He waited outside John Henry Menton’s empty office half the morning then went to Goulding’s to see if somebody there wouldn’t piss themselves laughing in his face.  O God I can’t.  It’s just too.  And then.  And then.  Hoo.  Ok.  Ok.  Let me drink this.  Yeah.  And then Tom Rochford sent him to Long John Fanning and holy Jesus you can imagine how that went!  Whooo.  Tears in my fucking eyes.  I haven’t laughed this hard.  And now he’s looking for a cop.  What a dumb ass!  Such a douche.   And all because somebody sent him a postcard.  God it’s beautiful.  U.P.: Up!  Can you just?  I swear to God.  People think I’d done it but damnit I wish I had.  Beyond funny.  There’s more.  I’ll tell you the story but I.  I.  I gotta stop laughing first.  Give me a minute.