Peadar knows that there are not that many nice moments left in life.
So he is milking them.
Every sun ray is a special sun ray.
Every cigarette is a special cigarette.
Every cigarette in the sun is a blessed moment.
He knows. He is counting his blessed moments on his plastic rosary beads.
Next to his two mobile phones.
And his tobacco box with the blue and white saltire.
Peadar is milking it.
He is a nice guy.
I know. I had a chat with him.
I didn’t just steal his image.
It was nice.
I have to stop behaving like a thief.