BY PAUL KELLY
His mother always let him stay up late on Fridays. They would lie in her room together watching TV. Sometimes she fell asleep before he did and he'd be watching a talk show - one person talking then another, then all this laughter coming from nowhere. Next thing he knew she would be shaking him gently. 'Wake up little one, wake up.' Saturday morning. So he'd get up, dress himself, put his shoes on and leave the house without breakfast. Breakfast always came later in other people's houses.
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