It was high time she paid a visit as I've been longing for a partner in crime to bring out my inner
rock demon...
attack the paparazzi
and over indulge with.
But as usual the manny and chere maman were intent on destroying my super-cool image by making me play with this really lame cloth book that they take everywhere.
After a great struggle, the manny finally relented and let me tear the newspaper.
It wasn't as much fun as smashing a guitar, but we all felt calmer afterwards.
At the beach my image took another blow. How the hell does a boy release his inner rock demon when his mother makes him wear a hat AND a hoodie?
I was left with no choice but to channel my inner Hemingway and stare forlornly out to sea.
Yet another moment of macho posturing ruined by one's parents.
But, like any true rock star, I'm still a mamma's boy at heart.
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