As being a suffering artist in the cultural North Korea also known as Paris is not enough, I also have a grave physiological disfunction: God, who seem to be in the habit of proving his existence by messing with my life, has created me with fat feet!
I mean, how cool is it to be walking down Bd Saint Michel dressed in my best Armani suit and then have to kneel down to tie my shoe laces every tenth meter?!
So Please God: re-do and next time do it right!
