SAM is the weirdest person I've ever met. He lives in Trocadero, and Nick rented his bedroom from him when he was in Paris, while Sam slept in the living room on a futon. Some random notes about Sam. Sam loves westerns. He's a graphic designer and fashion photographer. He gets mail to three last names. He dresses sartorially (I wish I had a picture), High-water corduroy pants and striped collared shirts. Lots of forest green and maroon and dinner jackets. He has long red curly hair and a scraggly full beard. His passport is always in his shirt pocket. He drinks an anise flavored liquor called "Pastis." He is a vegan that eats all types of seeds, bread, and different fruit and vegetable pastes from Northern Africa and the Middle East. He has an old fashioned barometer he checks every day.
His apartment has white painted floors that are scratched heavily, the previous paint a lima bean color that shows through to create a spacked effect. There's a gas stove that has to be lit by hand. Additionally, he has two plates, two forks, three knives, and two cups. He has a bathtub with no shower curtain. The bathtub itself is deep, with no shower head, only a line of hose that can be used as one. Some random apartment object d'art: an african mask, elaborate geometric carvings, a giant pine cone, a decanter on top of a wooden dresser with a shiny veneer, dead (unwatered) plants, tree branches, and a triangular copper table base, green with patina, lacking a glass tabletop. All of the locks are painted open with a globby white paint.
Sam is completely nocturnal, waking in the late afternoon and going to sleep after dawn. He often doesn't change out of his towel for the entire time he's awake. He has large windows that open into a courtyard. Across the courtyard are three sisters, and he watches them shower through the window in his bathroom, they like it, and dance for him in the shower.
He likes to watch porn, horror movies, and westerns, and showed us his collection of all three. He watches them very early in the morning (right before bed), and finds intense humor in all three.
Sam: “Girl rappers?” He makes the pshhh sound, “Where do they rap from? The Kitchen?”
His way of getting girls to talk to him in bars is to bump into them and basically do a basketball “flop,” spilling his drink dramatically. The girl apologizes and then Sam starts a conversation. While we were there, he was looking to re-rent the room that Nick was staying in and most of the potential tenants were young, good looking women. Every time one came over, he would show them the apartment, then show them his wine collection. Then they would drink wine, and turn the interview into a mini-date.
When we got back from Amsterdam at around 9PM, Sam is in the apartment with two girls drinking. He asks us if we want to go out with them but we're too tired to go. He's not there when we wake up the next day. We go out, hit up some museums and whatnot, go to Montmartre, come home, eat dinner. Sam comes home at about 9pm that night. He's pacing, smacking his lips. Jittery. He gets angry at his computer, he starts swiveling in his chair. He drinks a TON of wine, and then starts spinning the bottle wildly. He mutters to himself.
We asked him what happened. In his words, “We went to duplex (a two story club), but long wait, so we go to another place, then we go to a friends house with two girls...yes...is...” He lapses into french, makes cocaine hand motions, “but not all the time only so much.”
His apartment has white painted floors that are scratched heavily, the previous paint a lima bean color that shows through to create a spacked effect. There's a gas stove that has to be lit by hand. Additionally, he has two plates, two forks, three knives, and two cups. He has a bathtub with no shower curtain. The bathtub itself is deep, with no shower head, only a line of hose that can be used as one. Some random apartment object d'art: an african mask, elaborate geometric carvings, a giant pine cone, a decanter on top of a wooden dresser with a shiny veneer, dead (unwatered) plants, tree branches, and a triangular copper table base, green with patina, lacking a glass tabletop. All of the locks are painted open with a globby white paint.
Sam is completely nocturnal, waking in the late afternoon and going to sleep after dawn. He often doesn't change out of his towel for the entire time he's awake. He has large windows that open into a courtyard. Across the courtyard are three sisters, and he watches them shower through the window in his bathroom, they like it, and dance for him in the shower.
He likes to watch porn, horror movies, and westerns, and showed us his collection of all three. He watches them very early in the morning (right before bed), and finds intense humor in all three.
Sam: “Girl rappers?” He makes the pshhh sound, “Where do they rap from? The Kitchen?”
His way of getting girls to talk to him in bars is to bump into them and basically do a basketball “flop,” spilling his drink dramatically. The girl apologizes and then Sam starts a conversation. While we were there, he was looking to re-rent the room that Nick was staying in and most of the potential tenants were young, good looking women. Every time one came over, he would show them the apartment, then show them his wine collection. Then they would drink wine, and turn the interview into a mini-date.
When we got back from Amsterdam at around 9PM, Sam is in the apartment with two girls drinking. He asks us if we want to go out with them but we're too tired to go. He's not there when we wake up the next day. We go out, hit up some museums and whatnot, go to Montmartre, come home, eat dinner. Sam comes home at about 9pm that night. He's pacing, smacking his lips. Jittery. He gets angry at his computer, he starts swiveling in his chair. He drinks a TON of wine, and then starts spinning the bottle wildly. He mutters to himself.
We asked him what happened. In his words, “We went to duplex (a two story club), but long wait, so we go to another place, then we go to a friends house with two girls...yes...is...” He lapses into french, makes cocaine hand motions, “but not all the time only so much.”
