J1 Visa - Living in America for the Summer

Every summer thousands of irish university students travel to America to work and live. Most return with great memories littered with universal scenario's of hilarity, hunger, hangovers and poverty.

The poverty was self inflicted,

in fact we paid for it. Choosing between

drinking or eating; the after work 

conundrum with a hangover's threat

whispering hushed pleasantries in your

ear only to be interrupted by the crack 

of the first Pabst, ensuring

the morning would as blurred as the last.

Noodles, Spaghetti, coke.

Lots of coke.

Money a phone call away: Those

dreaded phonecalls. 

Everyone's landlord was a b***h.

The crazy manager in work.

Mattresses on the floor. 

Running out of

toilet paper.

Waking in the heat with

a dry throat. 

Deceptive wads of dollar bills, 

emerald green, screaming millions 

to our glazed

alien eyes.

The richest men in Texas,

having found our pot of gold.