At least i'm not a Liar ..... well...

In December 2004, i was living in a squat just behind the Cemetery of Montmartre in the 18th of Paris. I was working enough to have a flat, but i was paid at the time under the tabel. And flat's owners most of the time wants you to have a pay slip with at least THREE TIME the amount of the flat ( at  LEAST  ). Wich is more absurd than the price of their flat, anyway... So, i was squatting in this shity brand chinese clandestine factory. I had a little bit of cash , and i asked to this girl on myspace if she would let me stay at her's in NYC if i found a ticket to come . She said yes and, as a french cunt, i asked if one of my friend could come, and well ... she said : YES . 384 euros later we were for three weeks in NYC.

 As French or generaly European we were educated since we were young to walk a lot, and what really shocked me in NYC  was : You can ask for a direction to anybody and no one gonna tell you," yeah it's  10mn that way  and after the third on the left it will be an other 25 mn that way ..." Nop , they say you take the line L and that's it . So we decided to get lost in NYC and to walk everywhere from Brooklyn where we were staying. And that's how I 've been introduce to  the most incredible type of art in the street . "Homeless Humour". With only a board and a pen they can make your day . Even if it's freezin' cold , they still catch your attention with some clever signs .Or  at least, sometimes ... it's honnest .