Nobody's saying our neighborhood is the Garden of Eden. Hell, some people say God avoids this place altogether, but it's been a good home to us, to me and my kids, who I'm proud of, 'cause every single one of them reminds me a little bit of me.
Fiona, my rock, huge help. Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she's not a raging psycho bitch.
Fiona grabs two tissues from the box and puts them in Debbie and Carl's faces, telling them to, "Blow!"
Lip, smart as a whip. Straight A's and the honor roll. Boy's definitely going somewhere.
There's police sirensas Lip is attempting to run away. He gets caught by the police and is being chased.
Ian, industrious, conscientious, ambitious, 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 of dimes and an old gym sock.
Ian is standing in a line with other boys dressed in camouflage. They are learning how to handle a gun as Ian almost drops his.
Josephine, a social gal. Got this little group of sweet kids that follow her around like a couple of lost puppies, and she bakes.
Josephine is with a group of kids, pointing a hammer at a smaller boy on the ground, "Give me your fucking lunch money."
Carl. I don't really know that much about Carl. Oh! loves animals. Always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room.
Carl is holding a cat and a flame thrower, he turns it on as the cat lets out a frightened meow.
Ah, Debbie. Sent by God, total angel. Raises money for UNICEF year-round, some of which she actually turns in.
Debbie is sat at her desk, pouring loose coins out of a red container and adding it to an old sock full of money.
Liam, going to be a star. I'm no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor. He and the ex were close.
Liam has nothing but a diaper on, as he bends down to pick up an orange ball and makes some baby noises.
Kev and Veronica, fantastic neighbors. There's nothing they won't do for each other. Or to each other. That didn't hurt half as much as I thought it would. I never realized how little sex I was having 'till they moved in next door.
Kevin and Veronica are having hardcore sex. Kevin takes the red ball gag out of his mouth and grins, "That didn't hurt half as bad as I thought it would."
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!
