Jean-Paul has been holed up inside his apartment - first just as a way to clear his head, then apparently cocooned as his mind or soul or whatever returned elsewhere to live a few years of a semi-normal life, and finally to process all of THAT shit upon returning.
But no matter what the existential crisis, a man has to eat. So here he is, headed to the Hart Mart, when he sees...
Well. A very sexy fellow.
"Oh, câlisse... you! Hey, you! Who d'FUCK are you?"
Wild, baby, wild
Jean-Paul has been holed up inside his apartment - first just as a way to clear his head, then apparently cocooned as his mind or soul or whatever returned elsewhere to live a few years of a semi-normal life, and finally to process all of THAT shit upon returning.
But no matter what the existential crisis, a man has to eat. So here he is, headed to the Hart Mart, when he sees...
Well. A very sexy fellow.
"Oh, câlisse... you! Hey, you! Who d'FUCK are you?"