That’s a weird picture. it’s like somebody is pulling your mouth in one direction and your eyebrow in the other.
That’s what I look like, for reals. Wouldn’t you be ashamed if there’d been some sort of forceps accident during delivery? Instead, I’m just Irish. We have crookedy faces, especially when there are cameras around. In person, however, we give off a dim glow of whiskey and fun. Be forewarned: You’ll never leave a party, so long as we want you to stay.
I’ve gotten texts from friends who want to know how it got to be 4 a.m., what they’re doing at Coney Island, and where their pants have wandered off to. You could be next! Beware!