The easily challenged and often disturbed Max Lindez knows that difficulty in life often defines and strengthens one's character. He tells the story of his family, "we had it rough when we came over here from the old country. All we had to eat was potatoes and when we finally made it here nobody wanted to give us a job just because we talk funny and are drunk all the time. We spoke the same language, prayed to the same god, ate the same potatoes and drank the same beer. I still don't understand that kind of discrimination."

Max celebrates his Irish heritage by wearing a kilt, a time honoured family tradition, along with a wool "Paddy" cap and traditional work boots. He also sports a tattoo on his back side to go along with the one-for-all Irish spirit, urging all to become one with your brother. Apparently the girls go crazy over guys in kilts, most likely due to the fact that the kilt makes no effort to hide the excitement a pretty and sexy woman can give to a young man with a limited mental capacity.

Max is quite proud to be Irish, "I really like the Irish work ethic, makes me want to get a job and join a union or something. There's unions for just about everything out there, even cleaning out airplane seats in between flights. I could do that I think. Some of the toughest guys out there grew up working the docks as longshoremen. I only wish I could do that, to be that tough. They'd probably want me to work every day and I think they'd have some problems with me."

Max's father makes a very interesting point, "if we were this much Native American Indian as we are Irish they'd give us a tribal membership that would make us eligible to cash in on a casino or tax-free cigarette store." Max's father started being Irish five years ago.

The Irishman would like to one day have a large family and teach them the ways of the old country. In order to do that he'd have to find a good Irish woman that would put up with him and the chances of that happening any time soon are very slim. According to the kilt wearing freak, "once I get a job or something I'll be able to support a big family, like 7 or 8 kids, all with red hair and freckles."

These days when most people think of Ireland they think of the rock band U2. But there's a whole different world out there full of Flanagan's, McDunnah's and O'Shaughnasea's. Take a trip down to your local pub to buy these fine people a pint of Guinness for all the hard work they've done building our country and making it is what it is today. Don't pay attention to these Johnny come lately's who are all of a sudden Irish once a year, usually right around St Patrick's Day.

South Boston was shaken up this weekend with the arrival of this strange man. Lifetime resident and Local 12 plumber remarked, "this place is wikkid cool but we don't wanna ruin it by letting in outsiders, especially when they're not even in a real union. Hell, he doesn't even have a job."