hey clowns.... probably a strange moment to relive life in paris, with all this hubbub going on there..... turns out one of the terrorists buddies that killed the policewoman on thursday is now holed up with his french girlfriend in a jewish kosher shop with more victims at gunpoint....... also the two original terrorist guys are holed up near the airport and are looking to get shot as opposed to spend life in jail, possibly with another hostage there too......these last two terrorists let some people go free and alive, to the joy of their families, saying they don't kill women or whatever...... the black guy that shot the policewoman clearly kills women and was possibly the third guy with the two guys on the first day............
anyway, it's still in progress and sux.........lying down to sleep after a full work week, for a miserly 3 hours of sleep or so before it's time to wake up again, was just remembering some things about the paltry half year spent in paris, i suppose, looking back, there was a lot jammed in to that time
for starters, i was dating some algerian girl for a while.... i'd forgotten all about it but i guessed we french kissed one time and she said to me: 'ca c'est le francais'........ i guess as an ossie-spaniard, everyone there that could speak french looked french to me and i didn't know much about the history of algeria and stuff, remembering now, while listening to charlie's winning song, (we didn't have it then in those days, instead i listened to pit baccardi a lot, a french african rapper), the algerian girl explained some about the war there, i guess i knew a bit about the french revolution and french colonies and stuff but didn't really care about it as i just wanted to be rich and famous like many people of my generation......... the algerian girl was a good kisser but insisted i give her 50 euros to get a taxi home from my crib in porte maillot so i had to say no to her and cut the date short so i never got into her pants like that
on another date, i went with some smoking hot french girl, like 19, an absolute firecracker, she wouldn't let me kiss her, we saw that johnny depp movie with the jack the ripper or whatever.........
actually my skin was always dehydrating once i moved to my own crib and i was having to moisturize it or scratch til i bled, often both, daily..........this possibly became worse after meeting the american movie acting teacher guy that taught christopher walken and angelina jolie and all that shit, hopefully not a paedo........ none of this shit is in chronological, another time my buddy from virginia flew over with his military family on a u.s. army flight and we chowed down, i got laid the night before with some german woman like 30, possibly married lady........ she was the only ho i bedded there but not for lack of opportunities, some hot looking irish woman like 25 just plum came up to me at the hostel i was staying at in bastille when i first got there from virginia and told me she wanted to have sex with me and was on the pill and would be all juicy......... i hid away from her.... i was too conservative..............
i used to hang out in those early bastille days with a posse of 20 year old kids, i was like 25, they were all ethnic frenchies but that's quite an ethnic mix as you don't know what kind of blood is there, especially since napoleon's time......... i would say the french have assimilated other races there, from outside european history, very well..........i also found the french to be respectful, serious people, a little too addicted to pleasure and sensations and comforts perhaps, but such is life for a great many people, although not for terrorists......... we'd smoke weed and drink some piches of wine........i was exceedingly sparing in my use of hashish in paris and would just use it a little to fire my imagination a little, but mostly my objective senses were overwhelmed with the reality there........ i needed to learn the language quickly, des alummettes, matches.......for cigarrettes........then on day two or three i landed a job from a white pages phone book at a phone booth, smart phones not being in existence in those days, which i kept til the end......... ahh there were so many adventures there, flying off to jerusalem for a long weekend too......... my texan landlady and her smoking hot daughter, even her momma the landlady was hot.........
the food in france is real good too.......
anyway, got to sleepy poops........never realized how eventful those scarce few months were...... i haven't mentioned dating eloise either, from lyons.........what a jolie fille she was....... just another 20 year old associated with afore-mentioned posse...... i think she was having some kind of lesbian fling with some other girl, not so hot, i guess i could have moved in on her separate or jumped in bed with both of them, who knows? anyway she had real purdy hazel eyes and was real purdy in general, hella purdy.......... shoot i went to paris when i was 16 on my own one time, when i was living in madrid....... i was unhappy in those days though.......but reasonably happy there as a 25 year old.......
a lot of my students there were real interesting too........ one of them was film critic for le monde -- a real newspaper, not like charlie hepto which prints 45,000 copies (el zilcho) and is a bunch of crap..........
anyway, more later.........vive le france bitches, and charlie
oh yeah the girl at the bakery was a real cutie too, probably algerian too, come to think of it
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