Stephen Moran

By Stephen Moran 2018

Sam, who was sitting at the front of the bus, caught me in his sight. “Howiya gobshite,” he said in a very joyful tone. Our friendship was pretty much just the two of us constantly taking the piss out of each other.

“What’s the story,” I replied.

“Ah not much, yourself?” he responded.

“Literally fuck all. My life is uneventful nothingness,” which is definitely true.

Sam gave off a small chuckle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

The bus stopped on the main street and Ciaran noticed us and gave off a slight wave. I responded nodding my head and giving off a faint smile, something I tend to do rather frequently. After reaching the top of the bus, Ciaran simply said, “Sam, Brian.”

For the 20 minute journey, we just chatted and had a bit of a laugh, telling jokes which our shared, edgy sense of humour found funny, jokes that would generally have people banished from society. This was never really a problem with us - we all had similar taste in comedy, something which makes me feel more welcome.

Daniel hopped on our crazy adventure, god bless him. Sam made a joke regarding 9/11 and Daniel just look like he died inside, he’d laugh it off but at the joke, more at the sheer ridiculousness of it.