Heyyyy

Wrote this in the car.

All mistakes are mine.


Saint-Tropez at twilight is pretty, yeah. But I still don't Understand why people insist on taking a million pictures because the sky turns all pink and shit. Even the buff guy with the tatts and the leather vest succumbs to basic ass tourism.

I chuckle at the woman who's pointing at the yacht as her kids watches us with big eyes.

Why do they always flock to the yacht harbor as if it's the eight wonder of the world?

"Come on, dude," Diego says. He's slurring his words. I guess he should've just dunked that second bottle over one of the blonde's cleavage instead of drinking all of it in the blistering sun. That's why the girls are here for, no?

Diego's arms are draped around the girls' shoulders as if he's some new generation Hugh Hefner, stocking up bottle blondes for his entertainment as we walk to the car. We could easily walk, sure, but where's the fun in not arriving in a Phantom at the club?

The valet is having the time of his life. I press a fifty into his palm as I shake his hand, earning a smile from the dude. I think he's in his fifties judging by the grey temples and the lines on his face. Must sting a bit to see a guy who could be your son drive a car you could never afford in your lifetime.

The bouncer is a giant of a man. When I flash him a hundred euro bill and whisper something in his ear, he looks more like a kid in a candy shop than a stern guard. He unhooks the velvet rope for us as the heavy front doors open and heavy beats filter through the air.

"Hey!" I hear one of the Russian dolls complain.

"Putain! Qu'est-ce passe?" The other one joins in. I can't hide the smirk on my face, salute the blondes with two fingers by my temple.

"Bon voyage, petites putes," I shout.

"That's brutal, dude," Diego snickers.

"Fuck 'em," I shrug.

"I guess you did that once too many if you're already sick of them."

"They can be as gorgeous as motherfucking angels, Diego but if you fuck like a starfish? That's when you get thrown overboard."


Putain! Qu'est-ce passe? - Motherfucker! What's happening?

Bon voyage, petites putes - Have a good trip, little sluts.