As ya'll know, Dame had a brief yet fruitful stint in an institution of
higher learning down in a beautiful stretch of Maryland. I used to hear
from him every once in a while as I was going to school in New
Brunswick. We kept our correspondence up over the internet. Mostly, I'd
send him shit email-style and he'd never write back. I got this enclosed
story, though. I hadn't heard from him in a while and out of the blue, he
sends me an email. The spelling was all fucksed up so I prettty much new
he was shit-faced when he wrote it. I think it speaks volumes on one of
his more vocal opinions...his severe hatred of any and every-thing
British.
Enjoy.
-Saccy
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Date: Sun, 15 Feb 1998 22:36:46 -0500 (EST)
From: Damian Gallagher
To: Anthony Sacchetti
Subject: Re: FYI: Guiness anyone?
What's up you little piece of Italin trash. Last night I got into a
scuffel. Me and two of my friends were really trashed and went to a party.
It was really late and the party started to empty out and it was Damians
turn next at pool. So when I get to the table I am playing against this
black ENGLISH guy. He was a fucking prick. We started to talk trash to
each other and things started to get heated up. Now the situation is this.
They are on the black. Its my shot and I have the black and another ball
to pott. They are screeming no shot. no shot. I do this amazing cut and
bank and the ball went in and I set my self up perfectly for the black.
Before I put the Black away I lokked at the english bastard and said "Kiss
my Irish ass you british Bastard. I make the shot and the place went
wild. The english Bastard throughs the cue ball at me. I turn arouynd and
take after the little bastard. His friens grabbed me and my friends jacked
them up. It a calm down , except for me trying to still kill this bastard.
I friends dragg me out and I amm throughing every insulg I can at hime.
IT WAS FUN. i HATE THE ENGLISH.
dAMIAN.