Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
I’ve met my share of assholes, but I think I just saw the worst in my career—and I’ve had a long chatroom career, so it’s quite something. And I should have seen it coming: a 22-year-old boy living on the Champs-Elysées, looking like the teacher’s pet (only, not ugly), nothing good could come from there. But I only listened to… uh… to my… uh, you know, my courage, and I went there. And then… then, you won’t know what happened, unless you guess, which you won’t, because I won’t give out any hint. Just an asshole. World-class. With an ugly but sweet dog, though.