Been Awhile
Not going to write anything what happened to me these past couple weeks, but I did receive this e-mail while I was very much in the dumps and I thought it was too crazy to be even real. He sent it out to everyone on the Reed Soccer team mailing list:
sos from france
reed fc:
i am attempting to send this message from a french computer though i
have no guarantees that it will work. the keyboard is fuckin weird and
has shit like ¤ àé"§èç on it. also this computer is in a bar and was
made in 1995 at the latest.
my present situation is thus: i am surrounded by attractive and
tactile foreign women and creepy old people; it's kind of like being
at a strip club except less money changes hands. speaking of which,
their money looks dumb. i managed to exchange 3 and a half euros for a
beer. in any case it tastes like cat pee but this will not stop me
from buying more.
it rains all the time here in paris and i wonder exactly why i paid so
much money to go from one cold and wet city full of smelly pretentious
alcoholics for another. however at least these ones don't act
surprised when i call them on it.
i am beginning to lose sensation in my feet and that probably means
there was at least some alcohol in what i just drank. i will report in
again when i run out of euros or the prostitute i am living has had
enough of me. this may be soon.
send my regards to nate's mom,
wells
sos from france
reed fc:
i am attempting to send this message from a french computer though i
have no guarantees that it will work. the keyboard is fuckin weird and
has shit like ¤ àé"§èç on it. also this computer is in a bar and was
made in 1995 at the latest.
my present situation is thus: i am surrounded by attractive and
tactile foreign women and creepy old people; it's kind of like being
at a strip club except less money changes hands. speaking of which,
their money looks dumb. i managed to exchange 3 and a half euros for a
beer. in any case it tastes like cat pee but this will not stop me
from buying more.
it rains all the time here in paris and i wonder exactly why i paid so
much money to go from one cold and wet city full of smelly pretentious
alcoholics for another. however at least these ones don't act
surprised when i call them on it.
i am beginning to lose sensation in my feet and that probably means
there was at least some alcohol in what i just drank. i will report in
again when i run out of euros or the prostitute i am living has had
enough of me. this may be soon.
send my regards to nate's mom,
wells