The world is collapsing, markets are dying, and somewhere out there a man can't get a drink. "What to do," you ask in this time of imminent peril? I don't know about you but I'm quitting my middle management job and moving to France to study wine and to get back to writing. The smart thing for me to do is not to do what I'm about to do since I finally got my first film made. I should take that momentum and swing it back out to the city of angels but I just can't bring myself to do it, plus, I'll never get an opportunity like this again. It's one of those decisions I know I'll regret more for missing than taking.
So for the last several weeks I've slapped on the headphones and listened to Rosetta Stone and read Le Monde every chance I get and after six weeks I am most assuredly screwed. There is no way to learn this lovely and infuriating language in that short of time but I've been there before, I know what to do, I'll just apologize at every situation and try to learn and hopefully my smile will get me through until I can catch up.
So I'm inviting you all to come along with me and laugh at my mistakes as I plod along with ma vie en France.
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