I's a hard man
O'Connell street Ireland, over a decade ago a young Daz and his fellow country bumpkin mates are exiting the side entrance of Eason's, one with art supplies that weren't intended for art! This being one of those thick wide thin (if that makes sense) pencils.

In a show of teenage recklessness my friend began to scribble on the side of the building with the pencil. I stood there with his twin guffawing egging him on, his twin rather nervous he would be caught. Lo and behold an elderly gent approached my friend and asked briskly "What the fuck did he think he was doing?"

I started nudging his twin telling him to go to the other side of the man and we'd intimidate him til he fucked off himself. The twin timidly stood to his side while I stood beside the perp and told the man to mind his own business. The man took one look at me, moved his coat to the side revealing his garda (police) uniform, and said quite calmly "I am". Manly hardy manliness took one look, grabbed his mate and twin and grovelingly scuttled backwards gushing apologies.

Length, 5cm cause he didn't get to draw the bell end.
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