The real moment that defined J.F. Sargent’s journey from adolescence to adulthood…was a fart.
Chapter 1: The Purchasing of the Pie
Cork, Ireland, is where my story begins. We were several months into our journey at the time, and a friendly rivalry arose among my travel buddies (Larry and Glorfindel — not their real names) and myself to see who could survive the most frugally: finding a clever way to eat an enjoyable meal for less than a single euro was seen as a great accomplishment, while giving in to the temptation of a restaurant was mocked as an abject moral failure. So it was with great delight that, while shopping for groceries, I happened upon a St. Bernard’s shepherd’s pie for sale for naught but a single fucking euro. And if that sounds like a good deal to you, then brother, you don’t know St. Bernard’s.