Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

  Your lucky enough to go on one trip to Europe with your friend, and you have only one day to see Paris? That’s ridiculous. Impossible. And exactly how you see it, although your friend has other plans. She literally drops on you the minute you get to the hotel room that she’s meeting up with her friends at a club, so you can go do your “sightseeing.” Thus, that is why you are outside, alone in Paris, at about half-past midnight. You’re passing over a small pedestrian bridge, when you come across what looks like a young man just walking with his head down. Is that, green hair he has? How strange. You continue to walk in the same direction, toward what you think will lead you to the Centre Pompidou. It is rather abruptly, however, that the man stops and begins to take off his jacket. He has nothing on under there! It’s below freezing, and he’s gonna walk around with no shirt on? That’s ridiculous. You have an extra sweatshirt in your bag, and you run up to give it to him. “Excuse me...

  You were at the Paris Pride festival, and although you are a single gay male, you were bored out of your mind. You walk around the festival in your rainbow tee shirt & shorts, taking pictures to show your friends back home. As you walk down one of the streets, you stop to catch an adorable moment. You snap a picture of some nasty gutterpunk letting a little boy touch his spiky jacket. They were muttering something in French, as the punk seemed to notice you snapping the picture. You awkwardly wave at him, trying to show that you weren’t some creeper.  His response caught you off guard. He ruffled the kid’s hair a bit before approaching you with a pretty hardcore glare. Shoving you into the wall, he pins you down while angrily shouting in French. You don’t even speak French! You’re an American! However, telling him this seems to make him even more flustered. He drags you into a long alleyway nearby, and throws you against a dumpster. Your head spinning, you fall to the gr...