The expiry of the pen of "X"

Sam, 08.Juin.2002

Hello Mon Cher/Ami
While I'm certain that an attempt at writing this in French would improve my French, I just don't fucking feel like it. C'est mon vie.

I landed in CDG quite hungover and eventually got in touch with my friend Benjamin who gave me instructions to go to Bayonne, which I did. On the TGV train I continued to get drunk on Johnny Walker at a ridiculously expensive price. I arrived in Bayonne "trashed" and my friends were not there. I saw this attractive & mischievous looking French girl and left with her. She had two friends. The asked me what went into a Tequila Sunrise (I suspect they'd been watching some horrid Tom Cruise movie). I explained that I didn't know but would guess grenadine, teq., & triple sec. They were amused at my proposition of "Triple Sex" but defensively announced their homosexuality in a sort of maneuver that I can only guess was maybe a provocation to see whether that pleased or disappointed me. I wanted nothing to do with the conversation anymore so I "Je demande champagne"'ed and they took me to the store, where I purchased the largest freaking bottle they had.

Of course, my friends suddenly resurface, just as I'm making Progress (with the Champagne, of course) and whisk(ey) me away to a house full of French surfer-types, circus performers (seriously), surf-bettys, and pretentious French pseudo-intellectuals. All of them fun.

I drink, I smoke, etc. and then almost drown in the Atlantique (TWICE) Seriously... I was at the mercy of the Ocean and She wasn't being particularly maternal.

My plan is tentatively to go back to Paris (I'm on the train now, about to arrive), get a wire transfer, go to Italy, get more wires, move to Barcelona, master Catalan, make money, buy land, grow grapes, make love, drink wine, make love, help the kids, have some kids, cook, eat, try to avoid cleaning, swim in the ocean and not drown and drink hella iced tea with mint.

I hope that your life is not too tangled up. I may end up in a monasterie someday anyway,

This pen is beginning to expire.

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