They’re in France now, and I feel like a part of me is missing. I know they aren’t gone forever, but they’re so far away that I can’t just drive over to their house on a whim to talk anymore. They were people who really understood me, who introduced me to so much of the world, who inspired me, who gave me confidence.
Before getting on the bus to Montreal, Frédéric told me that we’ll go on lots of adventures together. I hope it’s sooner rather than later.
1. That kid sure can throw a punch!
2. Looks like you can take a punch too (albeit, they’re winning).
Hahahahh…yeah, he’s a little martial artist. Which is funny, because his parents raise him with no violent stimulation. We were playing Monkey Fight in Super Monkey Ball, where you roll around with a little boxing glove, trying to knock each other off a platform, and they even found that too be too much. Kids get it from somewhere, I guess.
And yes, I take punches with smiles on my face. I’m THAT TOUGH.