Paris, 2004
Alright, my name is Corrin; and I have a confession to make. Up until this Christmas break (2003), I didn’t know who Johnny Depp was. I have now been converted. I mean, I guess I knew who he was, but I never really cared.until one fateful winter day in Paris. My parents split up when I was six and my dad went Paris to open his own gallery/art supply shop. Every summer and alternate Christmas I go and visit him. We generally get along really well, but this year his new girlfriend Vanessa (absolutely no relation whatsoever to Vanessa Paradis.maybe there are just a lot of them in Paris.) caused a few heated discussions. It’s not that I don’t like her or anything, I just like being able to spend time with my dad. Anyhow, so we got in a huge fight and I stormed out of the shop, bought a ticket and hopped on the first Metro that came along. See, the thing about me is that I’m sometimes not all that bright. Needles to say, I wound up in Chaillot. My French is fairly good, but wandering around strange parts of a foreign city in the middle of the night is never a good idea. I was alone, thoroughly miserable, lost, and cold to boot. Here’s a very useful piece of advice, if ever you plan on running away in winter.bring a coat. By now I was beginning to realize the stupidity of my predicament. I started to jog,