While wandering around Montmarte and snapping pictures, I befriended this French artist. For 30 euro, he drew a portrait of me.
(Call it a rip-off. I bet you haven’t been drawn by a French ass artist.)
She’s still displayed in my living room. It’s a good drawing. She doesn’t look that much like me, but enough similar attributes for me to see myself in her.
Sometimes I swear I see her smiling.
Drifty Rank: 8/10 floating wardrobe doors that your handsome beau can’t fit on with you.