Part Nain

First of all:

Shame on you, Bagnasco!

Donc, so, ne me takine pas, don’t tease me. I’m flying to London tomorrow with Mr. Neverland, oh yes I am. Where is the line with you? What’s the matter? Why do you always direct what you see what should happen before anything actually happens? Why can’t anything just happen? I’m surrounded. Listen, I will get you into trouble. Chuckle. My lazer isn’t on stun. Little girls punching mirrors. I’m feeling fine today, feeling just fine.

I’m a simple man, with simple needs. All I want is someone to hold my hand, look at me and say: ‘Let’s go inside, it’s a damn cold night.'