Crazy James Is Living In Paris

Crazy James Blog Post

So it is day three in Paris and my bicycle is built. No word yet from the artist collective that I had gotten excepted into yet. To be honest I am kinda worried we are not going to find a place to live. Shits alot easier with one person. I mean yesterday when I was looking for the bike shop I left Faith alone for 10 minutes and already I was approached by a group of older guys to go drink. I love faith and traveling alone is exactly that lonely. But at the same time it makes you wonder how much harder or how much easier a situation could be.

On another note Faith is getting sick. I think it is because we are going through a detox of sorts. I haven't drank anything besides water since arriving in France. I have been to busy glaring up at the old buildings and listening in amusement to people talk. I love that they look down upon Americans, fuck I would to. I laugh at their jokes they make about my hair and about my culture. I am the same way, you just have to roll with it. I will learn french soon enough and then these kids are gonna get some.

I am currently staying in a run down hotel in the 2nd Arrisondment. It is in a mian muslim part of the town so I completely do not fit in. Great, not only am I white, but I am American, and I have tattoos. I might as well carry a sign that says I am the devil. Oh well it sure is funny seeing the stink face from these people.

More to come.

xoxox

James