October 16, 2004

paris musician

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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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3 Responses to “paris musician”

  1. Jack says:

    That’s an awe­some line on the comic. You can’t help but think maybe the cynics are right.

  2. Kendra says:

    OK well that just made my frig­gen day because i think thats hila­rious and im a cyni­cal bitch so it fits perfectly

  3. Roman says:

    Hugh, this post is not your best. Honest though.