EURABIA

.....WHAT'S AN OMEN?

I was visiting my daughter in Paris, France.  I was doing what I could to make a few bucks hustling art down alongside the Siene at Notre Dame right next to a bridge called Pont A Double.

Nov 18th was a cold and dreary day with little or no sales.  

To cheer things up I got a bottle of cheap red wine.

Two wimmen showed up.  Shelly and I didn't get her girlfriends name.  Diamerd another down and out artist from Eastern Europe went and got a bottle of Noveau Beaujolis.  When he left so did the girls.  When he returned so did the girls.

The bottle was passed around. A good time was had by all.   I noticed a red spot between Shelly's legs.  Must have been starting her period and didn't know it.  I didn't say anything.  When the bottle was empty they left.

The girls and the wine were gone.  It was starting to get dark when three Arab types came walking along.

Diamerd's easel was next to the bank.  For God knows what reason one of them threw his easel along with paints and brushes into the Siene.

Diamerd was having a tuff time as it was.  It was winter and some ass hole had thrown his means of lively hood into the river

I had two bottles of wine in me and I was pissed.  There were three of them.  I didn't care I attacked.

I turned one of them around and kicked him in the nuts twice, then one of them blind sided me and knocked me down.  

Three of them had me down and were kicking me.  I was down but not out.  I had a razor in my pocket and got it out.  I slashed at one of them twice, then they ran off.

I lost my hat and glasses and had some minor nicks but otherwise was o.k.

The next day I was a hero.