Date Added: Jan 2011
The author woke up early one morning in the summer of 2010. This was noteworthy; left to myself, the author would have woken up a few hours later, his head would have been happier and his stomach would not have rejected the coffee inflicted on it. After the involuntary spasms subsided, the author founds himself wide awake in a hotel room sixty kilometers outside Paris wondering, not for the first time, what the author was doing with his life. No big deal, right? So the author drank a little too much and was paying the price. Besides the author was just crossing fifty years of age and it was okay to start wondering where his life was going.