Back in Nam

Well here I finally am, back in idiot land, witnessing stupidity and impatience. It's amazing how people here all look the same, dress the same way, and all have a very close minded spirit when they talk.
It felt weird to hear everybody speak french all of a sudden. In the airport when I arrived I pretended to be Canadian and spoke English. French people still spoke to me in French although they knew I was anglophone! What losers!
Of course, have I barely arrived in Paris that I noticed that every French people is impatient, hasty, and gets easily irritated. Wow... this sure ain't no Toronto! Everybody here is white too! What the hell man!
A globally unsatisfied France, due to the late presidential election's results, greeted me in its particular way. The only place I felt "good" was at home, where my cats greeted me as expected, and my bed felt good.
Yeah, France still sucks of course, but my house feels good, my own little place. It's just a matter of weeks before I can hang out with all my friends again and feel american again, and walk around flashing my hawaiian shirts.
It feels good to be back home.

From Rocquencourt with love,
-Teoman