Night Cafe? Should I eat there?
sh
Hi everyone, I saw this game, Night Cafe, at cdaccess and it sound neato
mosquito, but I was wondering if anyone has played it. It is set in 19th
century Paris and you supposedly hang out with impressionist painters and
well here is their description, has anyone played it? Any "impressions"
(hoho ho hoho) would be very very appreciated.
bonne nuit,
Steve
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An Entertaining Cultural Adventure in the World of
Impressionism
Discover Boulevard de Clichy, Moulin de la Galette,
the studio of Atget, Van Gogh, Monet and
Lautrec from a different perspective with Night
Cafe, a collection of so many famous names and
places from the world of artists. An exceptional 3D
reconstruction of turn-of-the-century Paris,
lets you explore these legendary locations in a game
of investigation and intrigue.
The graphics artwork and special video effects as
much as the sound effects, recreate the
atmosphere of the 1900s and plunge you into the
thriving scene of Monmartre. The perfect
fusion between the entertaining and cultural, the
exploring possibilities offered in this
extraordinary CD-ROM provide an original approach to
artistic knowledge. Thanks to the
significant role of the player, the player's active
participation and an astonishing scenario, Night
Cafe is more than a simple game, beyond culture - an
exclusive and realistic interactive
experience.
An adventure game set in the world of
Impressionism in Paris
All the famous locations faithfully reconstructed
in synthesized 3D images
Famous actors play Manet, Monet, Degas, Morisot,
Renoir, Toulouse-Lautrec, Van Gogh...
Over 2 hours of music, slide show and film in
both English and French
More than 100 works of art by Monet, Manet,
Degas, Renoir, Van Gogh
80 pages of analyses with historical studies,
biographies and excerpts from original letters
1 music CD with original recordings of
compositions from Debussy, Satie, Ravel, Faure,
Franck...
spaceboy
>
> Hi everyone, I saw this game, Night Cafe, at cdaccess and it sound neato
> mosquito, but I was wondering if anyone has played it. It is set in 19th
> century Paris and you supposedly hang out with impressionist painters and
> well here is their description, has anyone played it? Any "impressions"
> (hoho ho hoho) would be very very appreciated.
>
> bonne nuit,
>
> Steve
But Van Gogh is neither French nor did he ever "hang out" in Parisian
cafes. So, while interest has been thoroughly piqued by such an
intriguingly original setting, I'm also immediately dubious of this
so-called game's claims to credibility. And no mention of Cezanne...?
Hang on, it's not by Cryo is it?
spaceboy
himr...@worldnet.att.net
art of the period, there is a series of very basic puzzles that, when
solved, allow the player to view a collection of a particular artist's
work. It is by no stretch "an exceptional 3D reconstruction of
turn-of-the-century Paris." It is a series of static rendered street
scenes which, when clicked on the right or left side, present you with
another static rendered street scene. I have no idea who the "famous
actors" who play the artists were. No "actors" appear on screen. And
the voiceovers are pretty ordinary.
Night Cafe is more gentle instruction than game.
On Sat, 8 May 1999 23:08:33 -0500, "sh" <ste...@theendofhis.rope>
wrote:
>
>
>Hi everyone, I saw this game, Night Cafe, at cdaccess and it sound neato
>mosquito, but I was wondering if anyone has played it. It is set in 19th
>century Paris and you supposedly hang out with impressionist painters and
>well here is their description, has anyone played it? Any "impressions"
>(hoho ho hoho) would be very very appreciated.
>
>bonne nuit,
>
>Steve
>
Remove "hi" from address or it will bounce....
Zeprfrew
>cafes.
Yes, he is Dutch, but he did spend a couple of years in Paris before moving to
Arles.
On the other hand, from the description.
>s the sound effects, recreate the
>> atmosphere of the 1900s and plunge you into the
>> thriving scene
Van Gogh was dead by 1900. So I doubt he would be found wandering around Paris,
even on a day trip. Same for Manet.
anyway, back to spaceboy..
>I'm also immediately dubious of this
>so-called game's claims to credibility. And no mention of Cezanne...?
>
>Hang on, it's not by Cryo is it?
It seems to be a mix of different artists from 1860-1900, even though the blurb
seems to imply that its all set in 1900. If that is the case, then it is
surprising that Cézanne was not mentioned. Same with Matisse, very conspicuous
by their absence.
Or are we splitting hairs? Anyway, it is not Cryo. I was looking at it on
cdaccess, myself, and the developer is EMME Interactive, if I recall correctly.
-rob.
To reply, delete windows.
sh
Thank you, you just saved me thirty dollars! "An astonishing scenario" had
me a little sceptical, if it was so astonishing they'd probably give you the
gist of the storyline, and I had figured that there was probably no or, at
the most, just a little wee bit of a story. Education is fine and all if
you're into that sort of thing, but I'd much rather have a *game* in that
setting (and one that is really "an exceptional 3D reconstruction of turn of
the century Paris!")
thanks,
Steve
himr...@worldnet.att.net wrote
sh
spaceboy wrote
>But Van Gogh is neither French nor did he ever "hang out" in Parisian
>cafes.
He was in Paris and he did romp with the likes of Seurat and
Tolouse-lautrec, it is probable that they did hang out (oh but that's my
term, and you poke fun at it with your quote marks, I'm sobbing) in the
cafes.
So, while interest has been thoroughly piqued by such an
>intriguingly original setting, I'm also immediately dubious of this
>so-called game's claims to credibility.
It is probably my credibility that should be in question (you can see many
discrepancies in my description even though it is a sentence or two at the
most, just impressionists? 19th century and not turn of the century?)
>And no mention of Cezanne...?
Cezanne, ah, that reminds me of an anecdote, I'll keep it short, it is
boring anyway, but I found this old book, a "history of art" type book that
crams everything in a few hundred pages. Inside the book was a little
Cezanne sketch an outline of a nude woman on a tiny piece of trace paper.
Well I thought I had found a goldmine, an original Cezanne for goodness
sakes, other people would have reduced to the previous owner having traced
one of the pictures in the book, there was a replica in the very one, but
not me, I knew well enough that it was for real, it had "Cezanne" scribbled
in the lower right corner, one doesn't sign "Cezanne" if they are not
Cezanne, that is ridiculous, it was real and I was to put it up for auction.
Then I became fond of it, not only the picture (it was a brilliant piece of
art), but my new found status, I would show it to everyone I knew, two or
three people, they would be amazed, and the buzz started going around, I
could hear in the halls of the gymnasium, "You know that Steve, he is a
famous art collector" and I was, I had on my hands Cezanne's masterpiece
that work his whole life culminated to, his creative zenith. I was such a
cool art collector, that I would carry it around with *my bare hands*, no, I
didn't play these games of the other art collectors, I didn't need their
restoration and frames, ha! And Cezanne wouldn't have wanted it that way,
no, Cezanne wanted me to have his masterpiece and to use it as a bookmark
for to have function and aesthetic brilliance is more than anyone can say
about some silly looking sunflowers.
>
>Hang on, it's not by Cryo is it?
Do they make games full of historical inaccuracies? It is by Emme or
something, a French company that makes cd-roms about art and basketball.
Steve
spaceboy
>
> spaceboy wrote
>
> >But Van Gogh is neither French nor did he ever "hang out" in Parisian
> >cafes.
>
> He was in Paris and he did romp with the likes of Seurat and
> Tolouse-lautrec, it is probable that they did hang out (oh but that's my
> term, and you poke fun at it with your quote marks, I'm sobbing) in the
> cafes.
Although I must admit to having some difficulty in imagining the "man
suicided by society" engaging in such genial social activities, I guess
I should kowtow to your obviously superior knowledge of the subject. So,
could you confirm one thing for me, was it during the explosion in the
cafe that Van Gogh lost his ear?
> So, while interest has been thoroughly piqued by such an
> >intriguingly original setting, I'm also immediately dubious of this
> >so-called game's claims to credibility.
>
> It is probably my credibility that should be in question (you can see many
> discrepancies in my description even though it is a sentence or two at the
> most, just impressionists? 19th century and not turn of the century?)
Indeed! Post-impressionists would surely be dotted thereabouts.
Primitivists at the very least! And no perspective on turn of the
century French art would be complete without several pivotal Cubists...
> >And no mention of Cezanne...?
>
> Cezanne, ah, that reminds me of an anecdote, I'll keep it short, it is
> boring anyway, but I found this old book, a "history of art" type book that
> crams everything in a few hundred pages. Inside the book was a little
> Cezanne sketch an outline of a nude woman on a tiny piece of trace paper.
> Well I thought I had found a goldmine, an original Cezanne for goodness
> sakes, other people would have reduced to the previous owner having traced
> one of the pictures in the book, there was a replica in the very one, but
> not me, I knew well enough that it was for real, it had "Cezanne" scribbled
> in the lower right corner, one doesn't sign "Cezanne" if they are not
> Cezanne, that is ridiculous, it was real and I was to put it up for auction.
> Then I became fond of it, not only the picture (it was a brilliant piece of
> art), but my new found status, I would show it to everyone I knew, two or
> three people, they would be amazed, and the buzz started going around, I
> could hear in the halls of the gymnasium, "You know that Steve, he is a
> famous art collector" and I was, I had on my hands Cezanne's masterpiece
> that work his whole life culminated to, his creative zenith. I was such a
> cool art collector, that I would carry it around with *my bare hands*, no, I
> didn't play these games of the other art collectors, I didn't need their
> restoration and frames, ha! And Cezanne wouldn't have wanted it that way,
> no, Cezanne wanted me to have his masterpiece and to use it as a bookmark
> for to have function and aesthetic brilliance is more than anyone can say
> about some silly looking sunflowers.
Yes, yes, and...?
What? That's it?! What happened to it... Tell me!
> >Hang on, it's not by Cryo is it?
>
> Do they make games full of historical inaccuracies? It is by Emme or
> something, a French company that makes cd-roms about art and basketball.
It is something they seem to be making a habit of. Versailles 1685 (or
whatever date it was, something during the reign of Louis the XIV (or
whatever number it was, one of the Louis' anyway)) was the first - a
mild-mannered adventure stretched to breaking point across a fabulous
recreation of the palace of Versailles and much fraudulent history...
er, I mean, artistic licence. Tehn came Egypt 1156 B.C. which was
identical to Versailles. Except it was set in Egypt. And many centuries
prior. Then there was Forbidden City, which was similarly identical to
Versailles. But set in China. And I've really no idea of the date of
that one.
Hmm... Glad to have been of help!
spaceboy
sh
spaceboy wrote
>
>Although I must admit to having some difficulty in imagining the "man
>suicided by society" engaging in such genial social activities, I guess
>I should kowtow to your obviously superior knowledge of the subject.
Oh, I'm blushing, liquid is coming out of my ears I'm so happy!
>So,
>could you confirm one thing for me, was it during the explosion in the
>cafe that Van Gogh lost his ear?
Nope, he decided to get into sculpture, and on his first try he got himself
a huge rock and an axe (he was not trained) he didn't know how to properly
swing an axe, he wasn't raised a lumberjack, so the very first chop he
pulled the axe back with all of his might too close to his head he chopped
it right off before his creativity even touched the rock. So, it is true
that he cut off his own ear, but not in madness or for love or whatever the
story is, he was just a bit of a clutz.
>
>
>Indeed! Post-impressionists would surely be dotted thereabouts.
>Primitivists at the very least! And no perspective on turn of the
>century French art would be complete without several pivotal Cubists...
yech, the Cubists were a bunch of squares
>Yes, yes, and...?
>
>What? That's it?! What happened to it... Tell me!
>
I did cut it off rather abruptly. That just when I got involved in the web
of intrigue too! It is a long story, but I'll cut it short, where's your
biographer when you need him? (Jimmy the Snake, I wanted it in volumes but
he just handed me my life story in two paragraphs! He could do a job on
this) So I had become obsessed with the Cezanne, I wanted to know more
about it so I looked at the book it was hidden in and there was a name
written on the inside of the front cover, "Fr. Ignacio" Ah, the previous
owner is a Priest! I had to speak to him immediately so I went to the local
Catholic church and asked around for him (since I could not find any priests
for the life of me, I was forced to do my detective work in confessionals,
which without exception left many a father angry at me.) My searching paid
off and he was in Chicago rebuilding houses in a poor neighborhood. I was
off to Chicago where I met him, an extremely old man, a face that screamed a
hard worker and a gentle gentile, he gave me a look of shock noticing the
book I was carrying. "Where did you get that?" He asked, very thick accent.
I told him how I found it in the dusty basement of an old library. He told
me to come with him and brought me to an alley, which left me a little
apprehensive but if worse came to worse I always have had a brilliant right
jab. He took me into a building through its back door and sat me down in
what seemed to be his office, he proceeded to tell me the story, and I could
have never imagined how boring and complicated it was.
Okay. Do you know about Cezanne and the writer Emile Zola? They were very
good friends. Emile Zola of course wrote "J'accuse!" which told the story
of Alfred Dreyfus, an innocent man accused of spying against France. He was
sent to Devil's Island in South America for his crimes which he was
convicted seemingly because he was Jewish. Zola's article and cries from
all corners eventually led to Dreyfus' pardon only after years and years of
exile. Zola himself was exiled to England running from charges of libel for
that very article. What you won't find in history books is that that is only
a fraction of the story. For example, Dreyfus was pardoned in 1899 but did
not return to France until 1906. Where was he those 7 years? Soaking in
the sun? No, even though France did not love him, he loved France and would
not be away if he did not have a good reason. That day with Fr. Ignacio I
learned what he was doing, what Zola was doing, even what Cezanne was doing
and why this is relevant to that sketch of a nude woman. Where to begin,
okay Dreyfus was a history buff, mainly French history but once he was in
the Americas he became interested in their history. He especially became
fascinated with the story that Cortez was welcomed with open arms because
the Aztecs thought he was a God. That centuries before a white man landed
on the shores, a prophet who performed many miracles and left with their
great reverance and his promise of return. So when Cortez and his men
landed, the Aztecs thought they were Gods only to realize they were
gold-hungry killers. Dreyfus thought it was just a story, but the thought
did strike him that it could be Christ who landed on those shores since it
was implied by the anthropologist he befriended named Anne Lansing. Now,
Dreyfus' knew that his current situation had a lot to do with the
anit-semitism of France and the Catholic Church's influence on the state.
Having a deep, deep love of his homeland he thought if he could only become
a Christian his pardon would be nearly immediate! But he also had a deep
love of God, so he needed proof that this legend was indeed fact, that
Christ had visited the new world. Plus he had always been an adventure at
spirit, so he, Anne, and her husband Arthur Lansing trekked off the island
and voyaged north to where the Aztecs had settled and Christ supposedly made
his appearance. It took ages, certainly interesting things happened in
between but I wasn't told, and they completed the trip in 1900, a year after
Dreyfus was pardoned. By now Zola was good with the state and after his
insistence was allowed to tell Dreyfus the news himself. Hearing of this,
Cezanne wanted nothing more than to go too for he had heard of Gauguin's,
whom he dearly admired, voyage to the South Seas not a decade earlier and
had not yet tied himself down to living the life of a hermit in France, he
considered living the life of a hermit at Devil's Island. Very good
friends, Zola of course agreed, and they left for South America together.
Meanwhile (you see why I cut it short!) Dreyfus and the Lansing's were
staying in a small town, who's name a can no longer remember, near where
Christ was supposed to have landed. There they learned that a statue made
of gold was constructed after his departure. Once Cortez started pillaging
the land, they decided to put the statue where they could not find it, it
was sacred, so they dragged it, it was enormous, down a cave that too had a
lot of stories surrounding it, people died there ocassionally and it was
very intimidating. So the three searched everywhere for the cave, as this
would provide proof that the whole story was something that really happened,
Dreyfus could declare himself Christian and be pardoned (only he already
had!).
Meanwhile Zola and Cezanne arrived on Devil's Island only to find neither
heads nor tails of Dreyfus. They asked around and searched his dillapidated
home and found out where he was headed and that he had the company of a
couple from England. Cezanne was always a little timid and didn't like the
idea of travelling for months on strange soil, but Zola pleaded and Cezanne
being a good friend did. So they, and a young guide took them north (the
majority of the time Dreyfus and the Lansings were still travelling too, not
on their footheels but maybe a couple of hundred miles behind). By the
time Zola, Cezanne and the unnamed guide arrive, the three have been
searching for months and once the news of his pardon arrives Dreyfus becomes
obsessed and refuses to leave until he finds the statue. The guide makes
his exit out of the following events, they see him once in awhile and share
drinks and laughs, but he really doesn't play a role so you can forget about
him. The other four, all but Dreyfus, have given up finding the statue
(Zola and Cezanne could care less). Cezanne paints, the Lansings study the
local culture a little but mostly drink and relax, and Zola spends most of
his days infuriated that after all of the trouble he's gone through Dreyfus
will not return. Still, he waits and waits, tries to convince him, with
screams, that it is time to leave, and putters around Cezanne annoying the
heck out of him. Here, finally, is where the sketch comes in (the story
has really just begun! I haven't bathed in two days). Dreyfus finds the
cave! But first, someone falls in love! Guess who? Give up? Cezanne!
Anne had begun to be Cezanne's model, to the disproval of Arthur, but Anne
had always been her own woman. While drawing her, mostly, some paintings
but the paints were locally made in rather short supply, she would tell
stories about the different cultures she's studied and he was captivated
nearly to the point of being inable to draw or paint at all. They had a
brief affair that ended after she felt not only guilt but love for her
husband. Anne becomes pregnant with Cezanne's child (hold that thought).
Cezanne's as madly in love with her still, but it was never requited
completely and now he was in a situation where he continued to paint her,
they were still friends, but he would be forever absent from her heart.
This drove him to desperation and he began taking long walks into the
dangerous jungles, contemplating intentionally putting himself within the
teeth of dangerous snakes and spiders and other deadly critters. So,
Dreyfus finds the cave, it is amazing that he found it, it was so hidden,
that he knew he would never find it again if he left to tell everyone so he
stayed knowing that Cezanne had gone mad with love and would likely come by
in one of his suicidal strolls. If he didn't Dreyfus was willing to die by
starvation or being eaten alive, he was obsessed with this cave and the
statue inside, he was not about to not leave with a fight. So Cezanne does
come by eventually and the mad Dreyfus tells the mad Cezanne of the cave,
"here! here!" "Where?" "here!" "ah I see" Dreyfus tells Cezanne to walk
back to town drawing a map of his steps so they could find it again. All he
had was a tiny piece of tracing paper so he drew his map while walking back.
He saw Anne inside the map, the lines were her lines, and he enclosed the
lines, and there was her, Anne, sitting in somewhat of a fetal position (No
matter the route, he would have seen Anne in some sort of position, so it
wasn't as magical as he may have thought). That picture was very same one I
found in the book, but you have probably already guessed that if you're
still reading. So, there's the origin of the picture, now I can begin to
answer your question!
Okay, so Zola, Dreyfus, and Cezanne go back to France, by this time it is
1906, and that's where Dreyfus was after 1899, his pardon. Cezanne left all
of his art, including the map, behind because they would always remind her
of Anne and he really, really needed to get over her already. He left it
all with Anne of course and over the years some of it was destroyed in
fires, some in storms, they gave most of the rest to galleries when they
ventured to New York (they lived out most of their life in South and Central
America) and kept one portrait of Anne and the drawing of her that was also
a map. The baby was born, Ignacio, son of Ann and Cezanne (Arthur thought
it was his own) who was given the two works after the Lansings died in a
plane crash in 1911. He is four close to five and sent to a shelter and
grow up to be a priest, the very one, and was part of the liberation
theology movement and the whole nine yards until he was sent to the states
by the arch dioceses or something like that. Donating numerous books to
the library, he realized he accidently gave the one that had the picture he
held so dear to him nestled inside. He returned and after an exhaustive
search thought it was lost forever, so that's when I find it, a few years
later.
Hearing the story, I debated whether to find the statue myself and either
find faith or wealth, but it meant too much for him to leave with it in my
hand so I gave it up. Well he started to cry, and I became a little
embarrassed. He went on to say that he was off to find it himself, that it
would be the last thing it does before he dies. I offered to go along, but
he said he had to do it alone. He died on the way down, I didn't think he
would make the trip. I figured he would take *somebody* with him. I
learned about it in the paper, they gave his life story, but no mention of
Cezanne, no mention of finding anything on him, nothing like that at all, so
I guess it is forever lost, and likely the same can be said of the statue.
Ahem, that's all.
Steve
spaceboy
reply from myself. Truth is, I have no idea how to respond...
Erm... that's it!
spaceboy
sh
mind if I smoke?" I really, really, really needed a cigarette.
Steve
spaceboy wrote
Trina Borrás
I loved your story and think you write wonderfully.
Hoping you never leave us, thanks,
Trina
sh
Trina Borrás wrote
Thanks back atcha and no I'll never leave you (much to the chagrin of some
I'd imagine!). Maybe "never" is too strong a word, there are things such as
death that can leave promises left empty and shriveled but if worse comes to
worse and I do fall in the gorge, I shall haunt the place if you'd like. In
the meantime however my presence may become a bit sporadic, for just
yesterday I completed my apprenticeship and am nearing a move. Where to?
Well I mustn't say because a postman that goes by Giovanni is after my neck
and he'd rather cover it in my blood than a scarf. Hence, to reveal my
destination would be to set in stone a premature demise for yours truly
which at the moment is a rather undesirable fate because where I am headed
is Xanadu, paradise, where pleasures are so vivid and nearly unbearable as
to merit no less than a lifetime mortal sins every single moment.
The story, if you're interested, is true! Not all of it, but I hoped to
write the rest to be convincing as I do believe it to be fact myself. I
did find a Cezanne in a book owned by a priest (who's name I cannot recall)
in the basement of a library and Cezanne was friends with Zola and Zola did
save Dreyfus from his Devil's Island sentence, but you know that already so
back to the picture. I did tell everyone it was a real Cezanne, though they
did not believe me and could care less because obviously the priest had just
traced a picture in a book. That didn't stop me from saying things "If you
promise not to touch it I'll show you my Cezanne again." at which point they
were obviously fed up and I walked toward my chest and carefully got it out
of a tiny box with a combination, "look away!" (so they wouldn't see the
numbers) and I'd show it to them and pat them on the knee, "It is beautiful,
isn't it." They'd look at their watch and say they had to get going and
ran out the door, but certainly they were just trying to conceal their
jealousy. A Cezanne I had, and a Cezanne I still have, the simple and
slightly more honest answer to spaceboy's original question would have
been--still in that book which hides amongst all of my other books. You can
find a lot of amazing things in used books, things that people have used for
bookmarks mostly, and mostly little notes, w riting, maybe tiny old ads that
you then can make up stories about, and the notes are meant for deciphering,
books have pasts, they've been around, different owners, differents hands
and eyes, books come with millions of stories without even opening them up.
Besides the Cezanne, I hope you don't mind if I go on, my favorite thing I
found in a book was a photograph, like a tiny wallet photograph you'd get in
school with some writing on the back to the unappreciative recipient, it was
a young woman, average looking, prom queen type, someone I would dare not be
friends with for fear of having to watch "Friends". But at the time I was
finding photographs everywhere, not everywhere but three or four within a
week or two (I always look at the ground when I walk and you'd be amazed at
the things you can find, lots of junk jewelry, but I love to find writing, I
pick up a piece of paper whenever I find it in hope that there will be
writing on it, I have to keep myself from getting out of the car when I see
paper on the road!) Anyway, these pictures, I was living in a dormitory at
the time and in dormitories it is customary to have pictures of people on
your wall, your desk, stuck in the corner of your mirror. They were
indicative of your past, outside of college life, and before I had no
pictures, so I took the ones I found, put them around my mirror and finally
had a past! People would come in the door, "Who is this?" "Who is that?"
and I would continue to tell them, "That's my brother, Mike, he's in the
army now." and so on. But the picture of the girl, that was my favorite
because *she* could be my hometown girlfriend! Most kids came in with
pictures of their hometown girlfriends/boyfriends and before long the
pictures would disappear, maybe reappear for awhile but then go back into
the drawer, one would dump the other and no huge loss, highschool
sweethearts--who needs 'em? But I was a senior (or junior, hard to say, I
escaped in 3) and to still be with your hometown girlfriend (I am beginning
to like that phrase, it sound like I should have wheat in between my teeth)
well by now you would likely only be together because of a very thin string.
So I would relay the trouble I was having with my hometown girlfriend, I
would ask for relationship advice! When anyone would knock on the door, I
would run to the phone put it to my ear, yell "Come in!" and when they did,
I talked to the empty tone, "Someone just came in Michelle, I have to go,
we'll talk about this later, bye" Then the visitor would ask, "Talking to
Michelle?" (They could go by a first name, because it was like they knew her
themselves.) "Yep. Oh Rob, you wouldn't believe what she did." And I
would continue to make up a story, and he, or whoever, would offer me
advice, "She's cheated on you again? Time to move on buddy, I don't want to
see you hurt." I mean Michelle was doing some wild things while I was away,
she went to St. Augustine College in Florida, and got into all kinds of
trouble, a meth addiction, she was in bad shape, certainly not the prom
queen I had known (or had not known). Oh well, anyway I became bored of
that, I don't think anyone believed me anyway because before finding the
photographs they had always known I was a bachelor (well that's a spiffy way
of putting it!), so I came up with a story where she falls to her death,
drunk after climbing to the top of a tower with her mister (as opposed to
mistress), I took a week off of classes in grief then reappeared the jovial
spirit that everyone had known and not loved.
Thanks again Trina (like having Shakespeare say you write well),
Steve