" A drunk Irish ex-cop. A drunk Irish ex-cop that becomes a private detective. A drunk Irish ex-cop private detective that tries to stop drinking, but he can't. And then there's a murder. But it's a suicide. There's a love interest. Except it doesn't happen - because he can't stop drinking. Plus she's related to the victim/possible suicide/sexually abused woman/girl. Awh fook, the whole bleeding damn thing is confusing. And then, just to make it even more so, there's a priest. His mum. A dead Da. A wino, and a barkeep that gets run over by the drunk Irish private detective's best friend - only he says he ain't got no friends. If I wanted to read a book about the entire Irish race I'd a read Joyce's Finnegan's Wake, except it's unreadable. Instead, I suffered through The Guards, like a good Catholic boy. "
— Patrick, 1/31/2014