We're Not Old Farts!

The Arab on the Corner

Spent the evening with Step drinking beer and eating delivered pizza and talking about women. I seem to be making a habit of it, but it was more thoughtful and deep and less dark with him than it was yesterday nite with Pierre. But perhaps more painful. Or maybe it was just that there was a lot more b33r. We did young bachelor stuff like piss in his kitchen sink to prove that we weren't old farts, but I won't show you the picture unless you click here. Well, actually we did that because I broke the Geneva conventions in his bathroom and we were afraid to open the door, but it FELT very young bachelor.

And feeling is everything.

But, man, it sure SMELT like old fart. Location : Beauvais, France.