Sláinte to the Dropkick Murphys

20 years ago I sat along a brick wall along the south side of Pioneer Courthouse in downtown Portland, Oregon when I first heard the Dropkick Murphys.

My Alma Mater

Twenty two years ago, I entered Maclaren Youth Correctional Facility for the first time. A terrified thirteen year old, having just spent the last month on the run, I had no clue of the road that lay ahead of me. For the next four years I would bounce in and out of the many institutions…