21/01/81
It's been six months or so -- I wasn't counting, I wasn't paying attention to days because why would I, you only stare the clock when you're bored, am I right -- and I'm not bored. I'm not bored, I'm not settling for a girl who's ugly or who I don't like, I'm not being fucked over, nothing bad, six months of a girl actually showing up for dates and enjoying them and the like. I was starting to think I really was Derry scum left to rot in bars trying to kill myself via Guinness.
For as wrong as things went at some point they went right and even if I'm set to die, well, can't stop a Quigley doing what he wants short of killing him on the spot.
Yeah yeah, we're three weeks into the new year, but it's a brand new year and I'm a brand new man so fuck the past, this is it, you know? 1981's the year it's all going to change.
I'm in love with the greatest girl in the world so there's nothing bringing me down.