Yeah, I’m Irish

My father’s Sicilian and my mother’s Irish. This explains why I have such a short temper.

Today’s Saint Patrick’s Day. How am I going to celebrate it? By drinking a little Irish whiskey and jamming some Dropkick Murphys.

This, of course, does not make it any different from any given weekend throughout the rest of the year. I’ll be headed out of state with some friends tonight, and it just so happens one of them is Irish and has an equal fondness for a certain Irish whiskey. I’ve located a microbrewery near our destination that will have corned beef, live music, and lots of beer, so a boilermaker or two may be in order if I can convince the rest of my group to check it out.

How do most other people celebrate? By drinking ’til they puke and making wisecracks about the color of the Chicago River. If you’re going to be out and about tonight, have fun but watch out for those guys.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

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