Vince responses ~ Questions answered<br/><br/>"The last fore last," Vince said with a chuckle.<br/><br/>The papers in his hand slightly trembling as he worked them open. He stared at the first page silently as he sounded out the words in his head. Once he was sure he gave a nod  and then straightened to speak.<br/><br/>"Who's your Childhood Hero?" He said and the words of the poem rolled off his tongue lightly.<br/><br/>"But a figure rose before us,<br/>Twas a girl's fragile frame<br/>And among dah fallen soldiers dere she walked with eyes aflame,<br/>An her voice rang o'er dah sea:<br/>"Who so dares to die for Ireland, let him come an follow me!"<br/><br/>"So, Mary Doyle tis me heroine, an me hero Liam Deasy."<br/><br/>Vince let it go. No reason to carry on about those he thought noble. This was not Ireland nor a fight that could be won here. And they were just his heroes. He moved on to the next question.<br/><br/>"Name meself in tree words…" [Name myself in 3 words] He looked at them all for a moment.  "Trust in me..."<br/><br/>"Would you lie? T'is like askin would aye steal for love?   Aye protect me loves wit dah truth an dah strength ah me arms. How else should Aye love."<br/><br/>[ It's like asking would I steal for love. I protect my loves with the truth and the strength of my arms. How else should I love]<br/><br/>"Dah sinking ship. What tah decide?"  We all stay put til we’re sure it's goin down. Then send me chum to dah sharks inna life raft an me lass an me will swim among dah floatin bits.<br/><br/>[the sinking ship. what to decide. we all stay put til we're sure it's going down. then send my pal to the sharks in the life raft and me and my love will stay aboard as it goes down]<br/><br/>What makes me angry, an how do I overcome it?  Testin me limits ah justice an compassion. Sometime aye fight me own sense ah helplessness or eventual numbness to it. An anger is me last tool for seein right is done. Tis dah last tool, anger is.<br/><br/>An sure as there's gravity, makin important decisions afore serious deep thinkin aboot how it affect us all. That heats me blood.  Tests me.<br/><br/>Then he wore a wry grin, and pawned it off as humor, "But I'm Irish.  We're mad as bunnies.   An angry as ah wound left tah fester."<br/><br/>[Testing my limits of justice and compassion. Sometime I have to fight my own sense of helplessness or eventual I get numb to it. And anger is my last tool for seeing right is done. The last tool, anger is.]<br/><br/>[And sure as there's gravity, making important decisions before serious deep thinking about how it affect us all makes me angry.  Tests me. ]<br/><br/>[But I'm Irish.  We're mad as bunnies.   And angry as a wound left to fester.]<br/><br/>"What's me fear?   Me mind dyin an me good body hangin around wit-out ah soul inna house. Locked inside an no one knowin I'm still dere."<br/><br/>[My mind dying and my body hanging around without a soul inside. Or locked inside a unconscious body and no one knows I'm still there]<br/><br/>Me creepin five inna elevator?   pee inna corner [peeing in a corner]<br/><br/>Me tongue encounters wet an warm, soft wit ah hint ah sweet an sour.<br/><br/>[My tongue encounters wet and warm, soft with a hint of sweet and sour.]<br/><br/>"If aye knew Mari better I'd ask her if she'd like me tah wash her back tonight?"<br/><br/>"Dah color of ah smile?<br/>Tis dah blush of ah flower.  [ the blush of a flower]<br/>Ah shallow frosty breath ah winter.  [a shallow frosty breath of winter]<br/>Dah red touch ah lips pressed lovinly against ah pain.<br/>[the red touch of lips pressed lovingly against an injury]<br/>Its dah color ah me dearah’s eyes as aye hold her.<br/>[its the color of my dear one's eyes as I hold her]<br/>An dah sweet amber honey of ah long awaited kiss."<br/>[and the sweet amber honey of a long awaited kiss]<br/><br/>"Me sexual nature?  Virile an move easily atwain multiple relationships. Me style is ah Master Tis me. "<br/><br/>[Virile and I move easily between multiple relationships. My style is a Master, that's who I am]<br/><br/>"What is your favorite childhood memory?" Vince said his eyes were already in that memory.<br/><br/>"Sittin round dah fire as me gran told dah old stories. He was inna worst ah it.  Inna ‘22 he seen ‘em lined an shot. He told dah tales ah heroes enough tat two brothers an me tried ah hand. "<br/><br/>[Sitting around the fire as my grand dad told the old stories. He was in the worst of it. In 1922 he saw them lined up and shot. He told the tales of heroes enough times that my two brother and I went out to try and join]<br/><br/>"Me brothers went afore me. Each ah joinin Sein Fein. It led to joinin gran in Ballyoan. Ah price too high says me."<br/><br/>[My brother joined Sein Fein first. They died and were buried in the cemetery next to my grandfather. It was too high a price for me to see the pain their deaths brought.]<br/><br/>Aye turned away an cross dah line south. Tah protect me family dere aye canna go back.<br/><br/>[ I went to southern ireland and to protect my family in the North I cannot go back]<br/><br/>"But oh dah stories aye can recite word fore word wit dah right Poitin .<br/><br/>Tat warms me onna colder night when dah ghosties come ah callin.<br/><br/>An aye remember all our faces, ah starin inna blazin heat witin dah fire."<br/><br/>[But oh the stories I can recite word for word with the right Poteen(irish potato alcohol)<br/>It warms me on a colder night when the ghosts come a calling<br/>And I remember all our faces as I'm staring into the blazing heat within the fire.]<br/><br/>Vince sat still for a moment more before the soft look curled his lips into that welcoming grin. He was in the room with them again.<br/><br/>"Now, fore self preservation aye'm compelled tah ask," Vince begin and the laughter in his voice, "Who dah worse fore stealin covers, an who's got dah coldest feet?"<br/>