It was their monthly Ulysses meeting at Kildare’s in Bee Branch, Arkansas. Lisa, Wade and Joe sat behind frosty mugs of Bud with their stained, unabridged copies of the tome in front of them. No one else was going to show up.
Out by Feargal Lawlor’s!
Down by the pump near Mixie’s Well!
Round by the broken crannóg at Loughool!
There it goes—the Ballybothar Road!
I have food poisoning.
My car broke down.
My brother messed up the printer.
I didn’t read the story.
I didn’t get the story.
I hated the story.
For your Sunday amusement… a comic!
I’m just going to come right out and say it: I really outdid myself on this one.