Nobody’s saying our neighborhood is the Garden of Eden. Hell, some people say God avoids this place altogether, but its been a good home to us to me and my kids, who I’m proud of, ‘cause ever single one of them reminds me a little bit of me. Fiona, my rock hugh help. Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she’s not a raging psycho bitch. Lip, smart as a whip. straight “A” s and the honor roll. Boy’s definitely going somewhere. Ian, industrious conscientious, ambitours, incredible work ethic. Don’t have a clue where he got that from. Wants to be a paratrooper. Knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll a dimes and old gym sock. Carl, uh I don’t really know that much about Carl. Oh, loves animals. Always dragging home some poor stray he found, takes them up to his room. Ah, Debbie. sent by Good, totel angel. Raises money for UNICEF year round, some of which she actually turns in. Liam, going to be a star. I’m no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor. He and the ex was close. Kev and Veronica fantastic neighbors. There’s nothing they won’t do for each other, or to each other. I never realized how little sex I was having till V and Kev moved next door. And me, Frank Gallagher father, teacher, mentor, captain of our little ship. We may not have much, but all of us, to a man, knows the most important thing in this life we know how to fucking party!