Rien ne faire sauf...

Ok so I'm starting late in the game, but I've always considered myself a late bloomer.  I'm still waiting for my awkward phase to pass, uhhh uhhhhhh.  But I digress, it's already October 20th and I have yet to do anything really fulfilling, again story of my life.  I don't even try to reason my excessive procrastination anymore.  I have come to accept it for what it is: shameless inactivity!  Now that I'm acclimated to the Parisian lifestyle, I've turned my attention to the smaller details: avoiding the shaaaat!  You know what I'm talking about.  What I'm about to write, I mean in the most literal way... Paris is shitty.  It's like an effin minefield in 'Nam.  I can't just carelessly stroll the streets of Paris unless I want to leave a trail of questionable skidmarks.  Forget the concern of getting mugged, no, my concern is bypassing all the shat on the streets.  It's to the extreme that when I see a small pool of liquid on the streets, I wonder... Is that piss?? I saw a man peeing in the metro station the other day.  I was HORRIFIED once I realized what I was looking at, in part because I was staring at a bum peeing on a wall for so long.  But people were just walking past him like it was just another hobo perpetuating the obligatory STANK of the metro.  They refused to acknowledge it because they know that the metro will always smell like ass no matter what.  I feel dirty after riding the metro.

I'm just trying to stay clean.  So fresh 'n so clean.