Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.
I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend in Paris. I drove the guy crazy because I called him every night to go out. So this blog is dedicated to him.
Man, I loved living in Paris. I must have because I spent most of last night and in Paris at Captain Jack’s Taco House. Captain Jack’s Tacos was something I dreamed about all last night. That’s kind of weird right? I have to find out if Captain Jack’s tacos actually exists!
My friend and I spent a lot of our time at Café Louis Phillippe. Here’s the link. It was great because my friend’s friend owned the place. We spent many a meal there and many bottles of Calvados. One night, I think I told you this before, we ended up dancing on the bar at closing time. Then we all decided to go out dancing at a local night club. Well, we all piled into our friend’s jeep (a Czechoslovakian jeep with no roof). Then it started to pour with rain. Our friend said, no problem and he produced a bunch of garbage bags. We started driving to the night club covered in garbage bags, Then our friend decided to go down the steps next to the Seine river. He decided to go down the steps and go across the quay and up the steps to the next bridge. Well, I decided it was a bad idea so I baled out the back. Well, I saw them travel across the quay, up the steps to the next bridge. I thought “Holy shit! They made it.” So I started running for their car. Now imagine this, there are two guards standing in front of the prime minister’s house and a guy comes running out of the dark in a garbage bag and it’s pouring with rain. Well, as I got closer to them, I pretended to be normal and stopped running. They looked at me and I said to them, in my American accent, “Bonjour.” They said,”Bonjour.” and I started running. Man, I’m lucky I didn’t get shot. Oh yeah, did I mention they had automatic machine guns. Mind you, this was all before 9/11. Anyway, I caught up to my friends, jumped into the back of the jeep and off to the night club we went. Just about every night was like this. It was crazy then. I’m probably like I am now because of Paris. My friend here says I probably wouldn’t trade it for a second, and she’s right. It was fun.
Above is a cartoon of one of the many crazy adventures I had there. We got into a water balloon fight in the Bois de Boulogne. That’s my friend there in the back of the boat on the left throwing a water balloon at me. Or wait. Was it a vodka balloon fight. I can’t remember if it was water or vodka. We had water gun fights with vodka.
OK. One more story about Café Louis Phillippe. One more of many. Now, my friend and I used to sit at the bar and commiserate for our lack of work. Well, after many glasses of calvados, I looked at my friend’s huge dog who used to always sleep under the spiral staircase. Well, I said to my friend, if you touch that dog’s balls you’ll have good luck and lots of work. I didn’t share with him that he’d probably lose his hand. well, he went over and touched the dog’s balls and the dog looked up at him like “Did you just touch my balls?!” Well, it worked because the next day he was booked to shoot the cover of Elle with Spike Lee. so the next night we were celebrating, we were all drinking calvados. I said to my friend I want some more work so I reached under the staircase and touched the dog’s balls. The dog looked up at me. He looked like Scooby Doo. He looked like “Did you just touch my balls?” Well, it worked because I got booked with Grazia magazine in Capri. He should have rented that dog out.
Anyway, there are many other stories about Café Louis Phillippe. That’s about it for this week. Oh yeah, please sign my petition. I’m trying to get decent sidewalks so I can go get food. I used to dance on the bar, now I wheel my way to the store to get food. Crazy life, Right?
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Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice
