|Angry chicken will fuck shit up if you mess with his Parisian envelope holder.|
I don't have words for it.
I just keep trying to focus on the good people are doing in the aftermath. People opening their homes to complete strangers. A simple hashtag that demonstrates love and compassion in the face of a heinous act is a nice middle finger to those who use their hatred to try and kill the will of a people. I like that shit.
When I was a kid I wanted to live in Paris. My favorite book was The Little Prince. I loved F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway, both of whom made Paris seem like a magical place for artists. And French women... I was gonna marry one. I went so far as to apply for a position at the Disneyland Park in Paris. It was going to be that or the Air Force. I got my paperwork from Disney back, an interview was set and I was gung-ho.
Then I talked to a friend who had worked for Disneyland once upon a time. She scared me out of it. I will never be the type to thank someone for giving me their trash.
I never married a French girl.
Zero regrets about that one.
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