Fly Me To The Moon

What’s the worst thing that could happen? I was wondering. What a thing to wonder, for the worst came to pass……

We were headed south for the foothills of the Dublin mountains for an impromptu sleepover at my mate’s place after an evening on the tiles downstairs at the Bernard Shaw.

Disappearing into the night.

Last communication with Moon Man before my phone lost service was 3.42am. A good night’s sleep after a long slow toke of the finest herb ensued.

Awoke early the following afternoon to a glorious day indeed. No better place to enjoy than in the foothills of the mountains. No rush home. No bother.

Well Moon Man was bothered. His insecurities were being well fed. In his head, I had turned off my phone & was busy fucking someone else.

So he got busy fucking someone else.

Someone he’d been busy texting the previous week…entirely unbeknownst to me, although twice that week I had dreamed of us breaking up.

And so I was wondering what was the worst that could happen, as I set out on an adventure into the hills. Pushing the boat out as always. There. I did it. I pushed the boat too far out & it capsized & Moon Man mated with a shark.