Came across this Close to Home comic recently. It aptly describes most of the guys I know.
In the meantime, I'm reading someone's copy of Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes, which I've put off reading for years. What leaves a bad taste in my mouth are the numerous criticisms against the memoir which points out the many inconsistencies and untruths Frank McCourt manipulated to tell a more emotional story. I picked up on his disdain for Limerick, Ireland early on in the book, and his constant veneration of America - his one goal, was a bit pathetic, but I can understand how America seems to be the one bright light when you're living in poverty and rags and oppression in another land. That well marketed dream many have bought into.
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