I move and shake like the rest of them. Monday, June 16, 2008. Journal of a Traveling Working Boy. Saturday was champagne in the garden. I danced amongst the bones of pharaohs and gazed into the largest crystal ball in the entire world. In other words, a typical weekend for the likes of us. Good times, in spite of almost everything that occurred and was done to me. To begin, Friday started off rather badly. Especially the beginning when I was picked up at the airport by a gaggle of giggling women.

Envie de revenir au temps des vacances.

Désolé, mais je viendrais plus sur ce.

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