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Flogging Molly reminds me of a particular time in my life a few years after high school. I didn't know where I was going in life, still kind of don't some of the time, but I am more comfortable in that now. I have learned, or at least think I have learned something along the way and perhaps self deceit is enough. The album was Whiskey on a Sunday and boy it didn't do much to chase the blues away. I find myself looking back at the memory of those days with embarrassment at my penchant for self destruction and self loathing, but I also have a certain nostalgia for the freedom I felt that came from feeling I had so little to lose. A fitting soundtrack.