bubble toes

of a few days of electric avenue tripping and rolling in canadian rain on the vieux port looking for a boutique called eva eating an eighty dollar fish (for the love-of-god), a raspberry cote dor on the mont, seeing l (yes you chloe), "kafka in the morning" and a trip in the car in the backseat frozen, with T singing jack johnson and bouncing her head while driving to stay awake while i slept, tune buzzing in my head next day on call when i met, well, that's another story
(at this point you can tell how bored with life i am at this point..)