Paul's apartment is the most superfly place on the planet. How there aren't impromptu swingin' cocktail parties happening here every hour is beyond me.
Yesterday, in a mad rush to get home, I was riding my motorcycle at high speed up 15th. I looked over my shoulder to check if the lane I wanted was clear and my glasses flew RIGHT THE FUCK OFF! There was no way I could turn back because there was a median. I would have had to go over the bridge (which, at that hour takes long enough), and then back about 1/2 mile beyond where they flew off. They'd certainly have been run over by then. C'est la vie. I am off to Lens Crafters with Viki to find me a new "look".