Born a rule-abider, I went to class anyway and actually paid attention better than ever before. Succès!

Unfortunately, by the time my history class let out, I was little more than a walking zombie and still had to rendez-vous with a new friend. We met up in Montmartre and ordered french fries and duck breast. I was late to dinner. The other two houseguests, ma mère and her good-tasting, though unidentifiable, plate of meat and potatoes were waiting for me.

Song: The Books - Vogt Dig For Kloppervok