Hey there, Psychos! Here’s the next entry in my “Insanity in Ireland” series. I haven’t done one of these in a few months (and some of you are super new to the newsletter), so you can jump into the saga here and here. I get kicked out of the flat in Glasnevin. Not good. I’m too manic to be worried, though. I’m too preoccupied with my newfound perceived reality that I am, in fact, the spiritual embodiment of the 16th century Irish warrior, Red Hugh O’Donnell. Red Hugh is a real historical figure. He kicked the shit out the English and is a symbol of Irish nationalism to this very day. Also, WE HAVE THE SAME LAST NAME! It makes perfect sense that I should be the one to inherit all of his powers in my quest to stop the
Nice lineup, Red Hugh!