Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Le Grande Armee.
dedicato. Collette. French Writer.
At the Cafe de la Paix we had to DIVVY up some change. PARIS. It was expensive, both thinking, JEEZE we gotta DO this crap again! U gave your Gold ring. I gave my fake Rolex watch. We bartered with the WAIT-staff. They didn't insist on our Under-wear, but we got OUT, free and clear, the price of dining above our means. And one credit card left, we took it to the Hippodrome, or MAZETS, cant recall. Johnny Depp was there. We glad-stared like Hollywood People do. Sodden in Pastiche. No thoughts what, why or when, another comma,Tomorrow, some Maigret-Paris, far from Les Halles-madding Crowd, just Tuxedo ed and Satin skirt, a throw-a-war smile. Then somebody got hit by a Citroen. Somebody puked on the boulevard, and Holly-go-lightly, U stepped over it all. Another comma, nothing in your HEAD.... 3 hours later, when U bailed me out of the Police Closseur-Cell we hit the Faubourg St-Whatsit, eat fresh baguettes. I said, U look like a million dollars. YOU said, I look like hell. There was a Casino down the Rue des Grand Armee. So we went IN.
c2019. davedelacroix, a la recherche du temps perdu.
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