If He Led a Life of Reason

The unfortunately brief amount of time that we spent in Paris was incredibly enjoyable. Many thanks must be extended to Alice for allowing the five of us to stay with her in Paris. She was incredibly hospitable, cooking us meals and cleaning our clothes, and we are very thankful for all of this.

The first night that we stayed with her we hopped on the subway heading to the Eiffel Tower to meet some friends of hers.

When we were on the subway I saw the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. At one stop a strange looking man entered into our car, on his shoulder was positioned a Casio keyboard, similar to the placement of a boombox in Golden Era B-Boy fashion. He tapped a button on the keyboard and a cheesy hi hat starting ticking. A thin beat followed which was then flushed out by his playing the keys.

He began a mournful wail in some middle eastern language. I have no idea what he said. He had a lazy eye that rolled all around the car testing to see how uncomfortable people were becoming with their strange visitor. For a while I was holding back laughter, but then something about his song won me over.

He was telling us all something even though he knew we couldn't hear it. That shit was hot. At the pinnacle of his opus we sped across the Seine River, with the Eiffel Tower now in view.

I must utilize one of my signature breaks at this point to explain this thing that the Eiffel Tower does every 40 minutes or so. It is illuminated brilliantly all night long, but occasionally it will burst with little tiny flashing lights that cover the entire surface.

So as we crossed the river and the strange being sang to us the tower exploded into a galaxy of lights. At this moment I was content with my existence.