Paris

My first day of Paris I was like a kid in a playground. I didnt know were to start. Paris was it. I had made it. I checks out the sites, met new people, tasted new things, and partied. The next morning I didnt know were the f*#k I was. I was on a park bench with no car no money, no memory, and no pants. I spent the next 6 days figuring things out. I met a girl. Her name was Jo Urnal. Beautiful and down to earth. She took me in clothed me and found me a job at her restaurant. I was doing good for awhile there. Then Jo left me. Sent me packing. I was back to the streets. And here I am today.