"What does make it a view ?"
The only bulb ignited in the cold lounge I'm in burns my eyes. I'm tired of not sleeping enough but i weirdly like it.
I loved every piece of that short week-end, it ended the way it started, i mean in a good way. New clothes, daddy's fried fish, daddy's "good-week" kiss, Morgane's "i-love-you" kiss, Whims perf, coming back home, seeing them all, laughing, boozing and smoking pot with em, feeling like i could never be happier, and starting again the following day. Feeling happy again, even the surroundings were unusual. The band was good despite their tambourine-drummer who made shit all night long -i was not there-.
I'm sorry i have to admit i'm fond of Del Toro. Can't hide it any longer. He is WONDERFUL. Watch him.
I also saw Sfar's Gainsbourg. As a consequence my music library has a new artist. Biopics will kill my hard disk.