I used to drive the little lawn mowing tractor around the farm and pretend I was in Paris, riding a scooter through the busy streets.
I would shout out "bonne journée" to the cows as I drove by and they would moo at me all judgemental like. I could tell they were mocking me and saying, "THAT's not a scooter and YOU are no fashion model." I would shout back, "jambes hamburger!" (hamburger legs!)
No-one cared back then that kids got bullied by cows.
I was pretty sure I was going to Paris as soon as I collected enough bottles from the ditches along the highway …. or got enough gopher tails . . . or sold my brother to the circus.
I was so naive.
Looking back, I blame the cows. All that methane, made me hallucinate.
But then Bliss came along and she can't smell so methane schwethan, we are having a ball living in our little world of illusion here. I like to drive by cows now and flash some of my fashion photography at them and yell out, "bite me."
I do that because not only am I a beautiful fashion model now … I am really mature. That's what travel can do for you. Pass the international flavoured tea please.
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