I've been to Paris three times. People ask me why I like Paris so much and the answer is I just love the people. I went to this jazz club in Paris, hanging out with the musicians after the show. One of them could speak English pretty well and while we were talking he taps the shoulder of this American guy that was standing next to us and motions for him to join our conversation. The American guy goes, "What the fuck man?! I'm here minding my own fucking business and you wanna fucking talk to me?!? Go fuck yourself you fuck!" and walked off. The French guy watches him go, takes a puff of his cigarette and says, "I like him. He sounds like a cowboy."
I’m Spring Day (real name, hippie parents)
Moving back to the United States after having lived in Japan and traveling the world for 16 years has been a bit of a head fuck, especially since I now work in the U.K. My blog “The United States of Shock!” is where I give my brilliant and bitter two cents, pence, yen and euro on my experience with culture shock and current events. If you have any questions you would like to have answered in a snit, email them to firstname.lastname@example.org