Tried my damnedest to make it to the Erik Satie museum out in Honfluer. Trains were running funky because it was a Sunday and I ended up stranded in some podunk town that resembled something out of American Werewolf in London. To top it off, it was cold and rainy. Ended up sneaking onto the Paris bound train accompanying this pregnant French woman who spoke good English and smoked bad cigarettes. I swore I’d never go back to France, but to this day I wish I had made it to that museum.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Nuclear Polio Vaccination 
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