deeraeme

Once upon a time there was a beautiful sea-side village named Mer du Flambe. A lot of happy, beautiful people lived there. There were wine shoppes, art galleries, bistros, and a soft, sandy beach where all the people could enjoy life. There was also a scraggly, waggly drunk. He was scraggly because he never combed his hair, brushed his teeth, or ever washed anything -- not even his tattered clothes. He was waggly because he liked to share his emotions with others. He was drunk because, well, he drank.  A lot. "Mommy, why was that man waving his penis at us?" "Because he's a dispossessed homeless person who doesn't have any other toys.