June 11

Baggette, wine, moldy cheese, meat, my new favorite dish. when in Rome! Yet I hope to bring these dishes back!

I woke this morning. Haunted by the sweetest dreams. I am not sure if I could have it any other way.

Just got back from a huge parade. I was one of the star attractions! Not kidding. I had 100’s of photos taken of me while I walked the parade with my steadicam. Hundreds of thousands of people! Holy crap. Once in a lifetime.

Now I’m walking through le mens on the crazyist night of the year. The streets are packed. A guy at the bar knocks the beer out of my cup. But then he takes his beer and pours half into my cup. I hug him, say merci and go on.

Some Scottland blokes buy me a beer and ask which race car team I work for. They have been comming to the Le Mens race festival for 27 years. I will see them tommorow,

We meet up with a group who makes a spliff and is curious to hear the truth about what they have herd about USA. I fill them in on the details. although only 2 in the group can translate. And one is so drunk he is blocking/ directing traffic.

After bar hopping we find similar intrest in out hatred of govermebt and police. When we find a police car abandone, it starts to get humped and kicked in. The police show up and chase us down the street. They give up quickly in France it seems!

A round of shots is bought and we are so drunk. I start talking to every French girl I see.

Some regay French is sung while I beatbox for my boys.