From the bus station in Paris, I was taking a taxi to a posh part of Paris, the driver a Moroccan didn't know the way, but I had a map he could not read, so I navigated, first left, second right and so one. We got there after three hours, I tried to pay, but the driver would not hear of it, made a U. turn and shot at me, he was a lousy shot I stood there in the street of houses ready to expel anyone who didn't behave rich and since I walk like a penguin was accepted, They say a blond girl has much fun, but I tell you a bald man has more fun at Molin Roughs, (wrongly edited.) Synchronized dancing and I was thinking when are we going to eat? Someone a woman I was temporally in love with, arranged so I could have soup. It was a feathery show, and I sneeze a lot.