She was captivating. She got you hooked like she was a drug and you would do just about anything to have her. She was a storm of emotion and sometimes you were lucky enough to feel the happiness and absolute beauty she brought with her. She came like spring and walked away with flowers trailing behind her. She was a mess. She was schizophrenic. She was unpredictable. She was perfectly strange, and beautiful, and everything people want. And she was Ireland. Ireland Jones.