Human life is everywhere a state in which much is to be endured and little to be enjoyed.[1]
Most people would concur, but not Salope Foutre. Finding him changed my life, like listening to Miles, Monk, and Mingus. I could find no English translation of Salope Foutre’s only book and so I had to go to Paris. I found an old dogeared copy by the Seine River. It was very expensive, as you can imagine. Paris is so expensive. (more…)
