9:07 AM >> English version of a letter written by a guy in France to the States #4

Mom,

Grandma tells me that you’ve been hounding her to die. Why? That is so mean. You should really not do that. I mean it. Stop or I won’t be your son. I’ll turn you in to Interpol too.

Well on this front – Paris is pretty. Pretty ugly that is. The people are rude and I don’t know if they brush their teeth. But there’s really ornate ashtrays here. Bric a brac of all kinds. Trinkets. Little kitties.

I told Grandma that I am going to be learning French. We’ll see how that goes. Screw her. You too.

- Your bitter son, Claude