One time, we were walking around in paris, and some strangers waved us into a bar.
They had huge glasses in that bar. So we went in, and did not look back.
I knew it was speed, but to me that bird had invisible wings. My grandmother stood with her hand on her chest and she whispered "Christophe!" to herself. All my best memories are mixed up with swear words that I don't understand. --Joey Comeau
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