23 years a-dying

I don't know if you know this but Tramore is very like Rome. It is built mainly on hills. In other ways: not so much. After pleading desperately my case for getting off work on Friday to jaunt off up the country (not a chance, said my esteemed employer), I jogged the quarter mile of sheer, godawful hill from the prom up to the bank at the top of the town and nearly fucking died. Fuck. There should be benches for us old people.