Everything was a little hazy. Vision, mind, reality etcetera.
We could hear music. A song of travel, going to America, sung by someone who quite clearly has a lot of Neil Diamond in his music collection. The people enjoying the spectacle were predominantly over the age of 60. People from this age group tend to scare me - they are slow moving and without purpose. (Never become that, Kelly).
The not so commotion of the near dead was taking place in a marquee called The Comfort Zone. Ironically, I found the whole thing to be extremely uncomfortable.
I wish I could have captured the moment just after I stopped filming when he pointed and winked at me. I felt very special.
As for my revelation.
As for no alcohol.
It would appear that I am a liar.
And a drunk.
We could hear music. A song of travel, going to America, sung by someone who quite clearly has a lot of Neil Diamond in his music collection. The people enjoying the spectacle were predominantly over the age of 60. People from this age group tend to scare me - they are slow moving and without purpose. (Never become that, Kelly).
The not so commotion of the near dead was taking place in a marquee called The Comfort Zone. Ironically, I found the whole thing to be extremely uncomfortable.
I wish I could have captured the moment just after I stopped filming when he pointed and winked at me. I felt very special.
As for my revelation.
As for no alcohol.
It would appear that I am a liar.
And a drunk.
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somewhere...not here
wanna come?
France is pretty, and very french...
I made a friend, which is a very hard thing to do when you don't speak the languidge at all. The highlight of the trip thus far is my pilgrimidge to all the places in Paris that Henry Miller lived, the Place Clichy and Villa Borghese in Montparnasse. How's your lovely little town (that I like very much, association perhaps)? More importantly how are you?
Sleept tight poppet...