October 15, 2006

Monaco...


Ivana picked up my step as I walked the hill of the Casino. She couldn`t stop winking, trying to convince me, heavily, that it would be in my best interest to forego Nice completely...stay with her and her claimed, "Much better talk use English roomate" for the rest of the weekend. For a moment, I thought to test my bounty. Quote a price, fair market value to house said stallion en residence...

(My lady would have understood)

Instead, I went high, faked misunderstanding...escaped to blow 20 Euro on video poker and somehow, someway managed to silence my usual merciless urge to lay down cash I have no business laying on tables.

I walked the town, up...down. Monaco and the French Riviera are exactly like the hills in Los Angeles. Simply inject Mulholland Drive so full of Winstrol that she doubles height while maintaining a long, lean muscular stature without any serious or noticeable side effects. Once she reaches desired proportions, sink Beverly Hills, West Hollywood, Hollywood...everything stretching out to the Pacific. Last, fill newfound harbors with pricey oceanic vessels...

Let`s say Monaco Harbor is actually a playground...full of boats with which all the eager children love to play. Know that if you pull into the harbor toting anything with a price tag on the light side of 10 million, all the children are going to point, laugh, dish stabs that will manifest into lifelong psychological complexities...

And this is the off-season.

...

I saw Little Miss Sunshine for the second time tonight in Nice. Because...sometimes you need farmiliarity after being away for so long. Other times, you need something else...something like a fix. American smiles, American heart, American sadness, American triumph. Or, maybe simply, a touch of pure joy. And seeing it roll out tonight...with the company I was in...the foreign USA punch pulling company I`ve been in for the past 6 weeks, I felt like I got it...

That sadly, it`s something they`ll never quite get. And they`ll always be a little bit hateful...and a little bitter...and I`ll never quite care.

I miss dearly, my sweet land.