Rooves and Riches

to cope with mein kampf, I had a bottle of table wine and three beers that also have tzquila and lime, but I feel good! not sick. I needed it . here's what happeend;
i wanted ;mexican food, so at Metro Bastille, I ventured down an avenue that was cobblestone tride and tru, and found a place where people looked at me with some scorn but not enough to mention. i got a burrito, flirted with the waitress to feel comfortable, and a pina colada and a mojito later, i had Sri Lankan friends who cooked Mexican in Mexican hats that made them look Mexican. Then I walked to the crepeerie, waited for thirty minutes, ate half of a fraise crepe and threw the other half out in the r ecycling bin. I IAM TERRORIST. Then. the night happened. First, two specters roller bladed by in Middlebury sweatshirts. I xould have chased them but I didn't have the drive and I didn't want to leave Katie haning, who was TZWO hours late to meet me BUT THIS WAS GOOD WHY? BECAUSE first a German girl and I bumped into eachotehr and accidentally exchanged numbers which felt like entropy was merciful. And then a Mexican man approached me and began speakibg to me in French. Itold him, je ne parle pas! he said, are you a pick up artist? I said, whagt? he said, are you a player? i thoguht i understoof but for clartification, what? he offered me money. Yes i was offered money for sex, but I waschosen! i only accepy compliments when they're offered in the most indirect dimension possible. I am the preferred gay prostitute even though I am not a gay prostitute! Call me Richie Rich or Jenny Humpfree. but not for free. I need water and sleep. sorry Thnks Fr the Mmrs.
Desperado