fourteen of us. At the fourth eight or nine.
Including one Agnès, who was staring at
me with a kind of loyal dog eyes. Afterward
always to le Lion D'Or. I played billiards too.
Then turned that Laurent, Jules and a
third player, Jean also played bridge.
We played until dawn at my place. Drank
all my beer, wine and Southern Comfort.
While I was struggling to find organic
farmers in the vicinity and visited allotment
complexes, Jules and Laurent had found a
workshop. A dirt cheap basement somewhere
on Marx Dormoy. On the day of the grand
opening we had to pull a plastic bag over
Agnès her head because she was starting to
hyperventilate. The original group, myself
including had shrunk to five people. Jean
repaired electronics and rehearsed with his
reggae band over there, but didn't want to
attend meetings and stuff.
