Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Out in this estate called Rosemount under the bridge in Dundrum, gangs of teenage blokes hang around, perched on the grass beside a bare concrete wall. At night they burn whatever they can find. A few months before they got this magnificent bon fire, leaving a piece of land scarred intensely with an almost slick plastic cover. Somehow and god knows how they managed to burn a bike.
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