The Red Line really is where man becomes beast. Not in the way those Toff Green liners mean.

Today, the infamous and more colourful spur of the Luas is stuffed past capacity with bank holiday shoppers, like those trains you see in old Indian movies.

One twenty something hipster sits ranting into her phone about going to India to find herself while an elderly lady is rammed up against the railing in front of her. The compressed and distressed old lady stares envying her relative comfort. Hipster girl meets her saddened stare with daggers looks…

Hipster girl! No need to go to India to find where your head is at!

Have you tried looking up your own…

Thomas Brunkard

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