Day 54

Today I met Wolverine.  It's Halloween in Dublin and that means the freaks can be themselves and everyone else can be freaks.  After meandering through witches, trannies, sexy (fill in the blanks), and superheroes, we finally found a pub we could breathe in: Temple Bar strangely enough.  As I was sipping my Bulmers, Wolverine asked me for the umpteenth time that night if I was Michael Jackson.  No, I was a gangster without a gun.  We talked for a while about I don't know what as he annoying poked me with his blade...things.  I found out later he thought I was Irish the whole time, "snobby Irish" as he described it.  I don't know if actually being American is better or worse than that in his eye.