Je hais les voyages et les explorateurs

that would be the epigraph, from Claude Lévi Strauss' Tristes Tropiques for anything i write at the internet café after having made it through the ride from lewoh. this time it wasn't certain. i entered qui sait l'avenir though i know that one is on its last legs. we were climbing a hill at the top a hilux was stopped and the driver didn't have time to go around him so he stopped to make another pass. the driver was very experienced, and was not all that angry about the breaks failing because he knew how to use the bush on the hillside from which the road is cut to dampen the trajectory down. don't hate the player, hate the game. i climbed out the window and said i'm a prudent man i will take my business to a car that has brakes. walking a half mile to the place where i wait for cars i thought how i could only prove myself right on the very day by wishing for the second and deadly brake failure so i just said i love walking. in the end it paid off because the car with no brakes was stopped at a gendarme station even though the other car kept stopping so people would get out to climb hills and one time when someone wanted to urinate and then it reminded several other people that they also had to go. the driver took the time to collect money during the pee party. my money is where? this your money is this. how? you have a swine, 500 francs, you, 2000 francs.

on that note i admit that i truly love epigraphs. i would write a story only to be able to include an epigraph. i am trying to decide on a good epigraph. i have

Mon beau navire o ma mémoire
Avons-nous assez navigué
Dans une onde mauvaise à boire
Avons-nous assez divagué
De la belle aube au triste soir

from Apollinaire's La Chanson du Mal-Aimé

then the Nirvana song:

she had a moist vagina
she had a moist vagina
[inaudible]
[inaudible]
[inaudible]
marijuana
marijuana
marijuana

then from Publilius Syrus

Ex vitio alterius sapiens emendat suum