October 16, 2004
paris musician

A week ago, last Saturday, was my last full day in Paris. I caught the train out of there (from Gare du Nord) the morning after.
I’m still not in Paris and it still pisses me off. I know I’m back there in a couple of weeks but it doesn’t matter, the thought of not being in Paris highly irritates me.
My last night in Paris was colored somewhat by this drunk, old musician with no money who was determined to (a) be my friend (b) win the affections of the girl I was with © get me to pay his bar tab and (d) talk nonstop to anybody, and I do mean anybody who would listen. He was actually a damn fine musician, but methinks he had spent too many years relying on his his on-stage talent far too much off-stage, if you know what I mean.
Ten years ago I would have said, “Cool, I can turn his sorry ass into a character for the literary masterpiece I’m writing”. Now I’m more likely to say “What an asshole”.
The Romantic Life is a brutal one…
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That’s an awesome line on the comic. You can’t help but think maybe the cynics are right.
OK well that just made my friggen day because i think thats hilarious and im a cynical bitch so it fits perfectly
Hugh, this post is not your best. Honest though.