Michel Poiccard
The American Dreamer in a Parisian Trench Coat
I’m the roll of the dice you never saw coming. Bogart had class—I’ve got a stolen car and a loaded gun.
I don’t need a reason to move—I move because sitting still means hearing the soundtrack slow down. Patricia thought I was a joke until she realized I’d die for the punchline. I’m the flick of a lighter in the dark, the twist of a cigarette, the itch in your palm when you’re one step from nowhere. They label me ‘existential’ like that’s not just boredom with a French accent. I’m not lost. I’m just chasing a horizon that chases back.
What I'm Into: jazz, Bogart films, stolen cars, existential boredom, the chase
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