Jean-Philippe has a warrant of arrest issued against him, imposed a speed-dating with a judge in a very tidy office at the local court. From scratch clerk, he can ship it to keep. Serious.
Jean-Philippe is homeless, it's probably more prudent when it is sought and that person was for housing free, not even his mother especially if it is also the hitting.
In the street, freedom is paid, the price of Braquo, the ruble or the bar. But Jean-Philippe did not eat this bread there. Jean-Philippe is just a violent unstable. And JP is like everyone else, he must fill his stomach so he found a home in the middle of the destitute limping, expellees notorious, lice and scabies.
JP was terminated. By this verb
revulsion in the eyes of the people that I go on stage.
And JP is not a Mesrine, ... At 30, JP is simple-minded and regularly flew over a cuckoo's nest. We knew nothing until we fall over. JP speaks like a child of 10 years, and seems afraid of his feet stuck in a pair of shoes means Ageux which we know if it is shoes or safety shoes.
JP is wearing rags and used clothes that have lived too long and relied on city sidewalks. It is so much to face the winter, it resembles the Michelin bibemdum. There is not much, but smelling it is reminiscent of a trash bag full of Brussels sprouts stale, stuck in a corridor from the morgue. (...)
It can not not much more, but JP, no matter what it is, will have to get into our cab, the central leadership, with the windows open, all heads outside begging the god of traffic lights and traffic the saint.
JP sensation at Central. In police custody, especially.
During his search of security, where each candidate must submit his personal belongings, JP took away a dozen warm jackets, and some jackets. Each garment removed gave way to another completely different, a different color, texture and pattern, scroll to the times and modes. So astounding that fantastic.
JP wore two gowns, maintained by a dozen belts, one of whom served kangaroo pocket, where he slipped and all he was interested. Rid of the main layers multicolored, JP was in fact incredibly weak and did nothing out of the behemoth home earlier.
JP is a magician. Each time he plunged his hand into the pocket, he took out a strange object in the eyes transfixed: walkie-talkie, travel bags, clothes out of use, radios, hundreds of keys in ten outfits, beeps , broken phones, food forgotten in shambles, plants, sod, loose change by the kilo, used condoms, paper fat per tonne ... and even a green mouse, which There were no survivors. I let you imagine the sighs of reluctance of the four policemen present at the sight of the deceased.
JP does not know what it means to lie. And JP is lucky, somewhere. He is deprived of all these social codes that govern our lives and our ways of being towards each other. I do not know how JP becomes violent and can break teeth, but when I think of the folly of my daily interventions, the rogues that we are all, some, others, I wonder who the real lunatics.
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