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This is a story of grief, of loss, of love. It is one man's battle against the ravages of time.
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Infelicitous - Michael Noctor
Infelicitous
By
Michael Noctor
Copyright. All rights reserved © 2018
Also by Michael Noctor
Four Wheels & a Pillow
Tapas, Tarts & Trannies
The Boy Within
Me Arse
We’ve Only Just Begun
Anotherd@te.com
My Little Catfish
‘And I ain’t afraid of dyin’ cold and alone, when my time comes.
When I was young, I didn’t know too much, I thought that I could rule the world. Then I grew up, I found out life was hard. Harder than a stone.’
City and Colour (Harder than stone)
Acknowledgements:
Cover photo courtesy of Denise Docherty
Book title courtesy of Gary Cummins
This book is dedicated to a wonderful woman and her wonderful son.
CONTENTS
Youth
Brothers
Acceptance
Sunny Siberia
Despair
Melons
Oral
Begoña
Virginity
Radio Officer
Ravages of time
Ben
Futility
Never
Daddy
Hope
Pregnant
Screams
No after-life
Jack
Loss
Graveside
Chat
Que pasa?
Hola
Infelicitous
1983
1 Youth
I remember the summer of 1983. I was sweet nineteen, as opposed to sour sixteen that had descended on my young life three years earlier. I was happy. George Bernard Shaw said that youth is wasted on the young. Even now, in my fifties, I have mixed feelings about what I at one time considered the resentful utterance of a bitter old man. I do, however, like the idea of reliving my youth with the knowledge I have acquired since that word applied to me.
I think the most satisfying aspect of the afore mentioned sourness was how little it affected me. In future years I would look back and consider the level of heartache involved but at the time, without realising it, I was emotionally bullet-proof. Sad and bad things happened but I was rubbery, meaning they bounced off me. So, when at the tender age of sixteen my Spanish girlfriend arrived back in Dublin, having neglected to tell me she would be coming back with her new Spanish boyfriend, it was like water off a duck’s back. I did feel sad, hurt even, and I wondered why she had kept in contact without sharing what was an important piece of information. I can’t remember how long the bad feeling lasted, but it probably wasn’t for very long.
Bernard Shaw’s comment does have its merits, otherwise his words would have disappeared into obscurity, but at least during my youth I didn’t have the tendency to allow my mind dwell on negativity. I saved that mental exercise for the future when I could become annoyed, lose sleep and want to kill every daughter and son of a bitch on the planet just because someone might say something I didn’t like, or look sideways at me. It’s probably fair to say that my young mind was in need of development, of a tad more maturity. There have been times when I wished that development and maturity had not happened. I grew older. Whether or not I grew wiser is a matter for debate.
Most of my early year troubles involved members of the opposite sex. Like the time I met a beautiful girl in college, except it wasn’t college in the true sense of the word. The word college implies university, third level education and lectures. I was attending Rathmines Senior College. It was not a university and it was not third level. I went there to repeat the Leaving Cert; the second level examination I had failed so miserably because instead of studying I was doing other things. I was smoking dope. I liked dope and with it came the mind-numbing lethargy that prevented me from concentrating on text books. I did do something positive. I prayed. I would accompany my mother to 8 o’clock mass on Sunday evenings because she liked to listen to a Supertramp song performed by the folk group. I was not religious but seeing as I was in the church I thought it might be a good idea to bend the knee and ask God to give me a bit of a dig out with my upcoming exams. I didn’t hold God responsible when I failed, but I did call him a bollox. Back then, I thought he existed.
I wasn’t sure. There had been a time of certainty. It was around the same time I believed a fat man came down the chimney with a bag full of toys. How simple life seemed back then. Not that there wasn’t the occasional blip. Like the time I gave God the two fingers. I can’t remember why, but I do remember feeling another certainty. I knew I was going to Hell. You see, I didn’t just make the sign with two fingers. I also said, ‘Fuck off.’ I said it out loud. It was different when I called him a bollox. I didn’t say it out loud. I just thought it.
I passed the Leaving Cert second time around, just about. That’s a lie. I failed again but when the results were posted to my house, which only happened to repeat students, I opened the envelope, saw that I had failed for the second time, quickly thanked the bollox for at least seeing to it that my parents were on holiday, and asked my aunt who was in the house at the time to perform her artistic magic by changing the E grade I had received in Geography to a B. The forgery, which passed the inspection of my mother’s good friend and neighbour, was not good enough to fool the board of education but it was good enough for me to meet up with my classmates, go on the rip roaring celebratory piss-up and not have to suffer the embarrassment of telling them I had failed, for the second time. Some things are sweeter the second time around. Failing is not one of them and as it turned out neither was falling in love. This time the girl was Irish. Her name was Catherine. She was a plump young lady, which is a nice way of saying she was fat, but her one saving grace was her beautiful face. I would go to the library across the road from the college and find a seat where I could stare at her without her noticing.
She was a hippy-type and the days I liked best were the days she came to class wearing one of her floral hippy dresses underneath her Parka jacket and