I must have had steam to blow off. And you got my wrath you poor thing. Because, you said "would you like to go to the restaurant tomorrow?" and I thought you meant like, a date. So I said "ok" even though I thought it was weird. After all, you do have that famous swimmer's body. And you smiled at me from across the dining hall which I also thought was weird. And then things snowballed. And I felt totally dicked over. Because; you didn't actually mean "restaurant" as in a real "restaurant". You meant the dining hall. Because its the same word in french. Can you see where I am coming from. The nastiest place on Earth is the dining hall. And it turns out you didn't mean it anyway. I would have hated every moment of it. Like "oh could you get me some salt" to add to this crusty piece of fish leftover from yesterday because they wouldn't give me the Muslim food (egg). My stomach distending just thinking of eating that while you ask me what I think of France. You cut correctly, I just drop my face against my plate. Lick up whatever is there.
Hey, there may be a famine tonight. And if I don't smuggle 5 packs of cheese under my pants I'll goddamned starve. I saw you walking home from a weekend at your parents'. It was your typical Sunday afternoon; Me walking along the canal like every other Sunday. You wore a big backpack.