xX... Well, I feel good. If any of you have ever read the story A Little
Thing Called Life, that author really trashed my other story. I just read
the peoples reviews of his story and they are pretty bashing. So, now I
feel a little better! Anyway. Hope all of you are enjoying the story so
far. If you have any suggestion, I'm always happy to put them in my story:
just email me or post it in a review :shmukr2000 aol.com. So... On with it!
!#Zack!#
Good-bye London, Katie and I packed our bags and were on the boat across the English Channel at six this morning. We were probably a sight. Tired and windswept. We look like the devils spit up. Once on the boat, we slept and slept and slept until we landed in some small town near Normandy. We took a cab to Paris. Paris is completely beautiful. Totally, beautiful. It's very easy to tell why they call it the city of light. Once we had checked into our small hotel and taken a shower we were spending the day watching artist paint the Seine and we strolled along the scenic river. Taking in all the b-e-a-utiful views. We stopped to by some chocolate at this fancy truffle shop but decided not to pool all of our pocket cash just to buy one single, solitary truffle. Though they looked amazing and delicious. We decided not to go to any museums and just hang out around town. We stopped at a restaurant for dinner, a small café so we wouldn't have to spend so much money. Paris is SO expensive. We went to this graveyard and we saw the graves of some famous rockers among other notables. It was neat to watch all the fans pay homage to the ones they worship... After dinner we were walking along a small alley when we saw a small sign, barely lit, hanging above an unassuming wooden door. The sign was curved and old wood. It said in fancy letters: La maison de Jazz. Katie pulled me in. Even though I thought it was some sort of whore house, Katie's the one who speaks French. Inside was perhaps the most fun I've ever had! The room was dark and smoky, everyone in Europe smokes, and seating was on three different tiers. Each above the last one, separated by a step. The tables we caskets or rough hewn tables, the tiers were set up in a semi circle, surrounding a large, black and white checkered dance floor. Waiters, dressed casually, scurried around, taking drink orders. The ceiling was lowish and small, homemade light fixtures held damp, dark lights. Directly behind us as we walked in was a swinging jazz band. Playing the best jazz music I'd ever heard. The room as crowded and everyone was laughing and talking and dancing. Katie and I took a seat towards the bar. A waiter scurried over and smiled, taking our order. Katie ordered. After drinking up something that the bartender insisted on giving us we headed for the dance floor where I discovered a hidden talent. Jazz dancing. Katie and I laughed as we attempted to copy the moves of all the experienced club goers. It was a fun night. It was four am and no one was showing any signs of leaving, Katie and I were falling asleep so we bide good-bye to all the new friends we had made, which included Didier, a young guy about my age who we exchanged emails with. We headed to the door and into the cold, uninviting Paris night...
{[}Freddy{[}
Oh god do I feel good, one more joint can't hurt I guess. I still have half an hour 'till the train leaves...
%&)Gordon%&)
Marta loves me! This has to be the best day of my life! Marta wants me to be the dad of the baby. Of course! Of course! Of course! I can't believe it! This has to be the best week of my life! Marta is my dream. I can't stop thinking of her, non-stop, whatever I do, I can't stop. It's a good thing though, I guess. I'm not sure. Anyway, to make this week better, guess what happened. I got into Cornell University! I'm so exited! I dunno where Marta applied to, but I hope she goes to Cornell, although I don't know how likely that is. Probably not much of a chance. But how knows. FUCK DAD! FUCK LAWRENCE! FUCK ALL MY PROBLEMS! Life is WONDERFUL!
--Tomika--
Leonard can go to hell! Apparently Dewey recommended me to one of his friends, Patty something or other, and she's a big talent agent. She's picked me up and I just got back from an audition. No guarantee but I think I did pretty good! I gotta remember to thank Dewey for that one...
=)Billy=)
I don't what came over me; it was an act of desperation. Paired with me seeing a Hallmark Card Commercial. I sent Gordon an email. I don't even know if it's his email anymore, but I just did it, I don't know why. He didn't respond so know I hope that that wasn't his email. HOPEFULLY. Anyway, here I am, living on the street. I stopped by Bobby's apartment but wouldn't take me in. God, it's cold, too cold, very cold, oh so cold...
xX... sorry for the short chapter, I had to stop. ...xX
!#Zack!#
Good-bye London, Katie and I packed our bags and were on the boat across the English Channel at six this morning. We were probably a sight. Tired and windswept. We look like the devils spit up. Once on the boat, we slept and slept and slept until we landed in some small town near Normandy. We took a cab to Paris. Paris is completely beautiful. Totally, beautiful. It's very easy to tell why they call it the city of light. Once we had checked into our small hotel and taken a shower we were spending the day watching artist paint the Seine and we strolled along the scenic river. Taking in all the b-e-a-utiful views. We stopped to by some chocolate at this fancy truffle shop but decided not to pool all of our pocket cash just to buy one single, solitary truffle. Though they looked amazing and delicious. We decided not to go to any museums and just hang out around town. We stopped at a restaurant for dinner, a small café so we wouldn't have to spend so much money. Paris is SO expensive. We went to this graveyard and we saw the graves of some famous rockers among other notables. It was neat to watch all the fans pay homage to the ones they worship... After dinner we were walking along a small alley when we saw a small sign, barely lit, hanging above an unassuming wooden door. The sign was curved and old wood. It said in fancy letters: La maison de Jazz. Katie pulled me in. Even though I thought it was some sort of whore house, Katie's the one who speaks French. Inside was perhaps the most fun I've ever had! The room was dark and smoky, everyone in Europe smokes, and seating was on three different tiers. Each above the last one, separated by a step. The tables we caskets or rough hewn tables, the tiers were set up in a semi circle, surrounding a large, black and white checkered dance floor. Waiters, dressed casually, scurried around, taking drink orders. The ceiling was lowish and small, homemade light fixtures held damp, dark lights. Directly behind us as we walked in was a swinging jazz band. Playing the best jazz music I'd ever heard. The room as crowded and everyone was laughing and talking and dancing. Katie and I took a seat towards the bar. A waiter scurried over and smiled, taking our order. Katie ordered. After drinking up something that the bartender insisted on giving us we headed for the dance floor where I discovered a hidden talent. Jazz dancing. Katie and I laughed as we attempted to copy the moves of all the experienced club goers. It was a fun night. It was four am and no one was showing any signs of leaving, Katie and I were falling asleep so we bide good-bye to all the new friends we had made, which included Didier, a young guy about my age who we exchanged emails with. We headed to the door and into the cold, uninviting Paris night...
{[}Freddy{[}
Oh god do I feel good, one more joint can't hurt I guess. I still have half an hour 'till the train leaves...
%&)Gordon%&)
Marta loves me! This has to be the best day of my life! Marta wants me to be the dad of the baby. Of course! Of course! Of course! I can't believe it! This has to be the best week of my life! Marta is my dream. I can't stop thinking of her, non-stop, whatever I do, I can't stop. It's a good thing though, I guess. I'm not sure. Anyway, to make this week better, guess what happened. I got into Cornell University! I'm so exited! I dunno where Marta applied to, but I hope she goes to Cornell, although I don't know how likely that is. Probably not much of a chance. But how knows. FUCK DAD! FUCK LAWRENCE! FUCK ALL MY PROBLEMS! Life is WONDERFUL!
--Tomika--
Leonard can go to hell! Apparently Dewey recommended me to one of his friends, Patty something or other, and she's a big talent agent. She's picked me up and I just got back from an audition. No guarantee but I think I did pretty good! I gotta remember to thank Dewey for that one...
=)Billy=)
I don't what came over me; it was an act of desperation. Paired with me seeing a Hallmark Card Commercial. I sent Gordon an email. I don't even know if it's his email anymore, but I just did it, I don't know why. He didn't respond so know I hope that that wasn't his email. HOPEFULLY. Anyway, here I am, living on the street. I stopped by Bobby's apartment but wouldn't take me in. God, it's cold, too cold, very cold, oh so cold...
xX... sorry for the short chapter, I had to stop. ...xX