home coming home coming home
i have a week left over here, and as sadden as i am to leave i am at the same time very excited to be back on familiar, well-worn soil.
these past few days i have:
eaten rocquefort fondue
been randomly yelled at by a drunk italian asshole (one out of many)
fought my fear of shoving my way into crowded metros
been followed to the porte de la villette metro station by a black man who was trying to sell me heroin
danced to Velvet Underground and New Order at Tuskell
given away at least 200 cigarettes to street people
saw contemporary, surrealist, post-modernist, dada, and futurist art at Beaubourg
met jean-luc godard's granddaughter
resisted the urge to punch ben
so, who knows, hopefully our protagonist will go out with a BANG. no matter ladies and fellas, edmond is returning home. who wants to hang out?
these past few days i have:
eaten rocquefort fondue
been randomly yelled at by a drunk italian asshole (one out of many)
fought my fear of shoving my way into crowded metros
been followed to the porte de la villette metro station by a black man who was trying to sell me heroin
danced to Velvet Underground and New Order at Tuskell
given away at least 200 cigarettes to street people
saw contemporary, surrealist, post-modernist, dada, and futurist art at Beaubourg
met jean-luc godard's granddaughter
resisted the urge to punch ben
so, who knows, hopefully our protagonist will go out with a BANG. no matter ladies and fellas, edmond is returning home. who wants to hang out?