My Roommate, Claude Monet, 6am, Saturday

Back yard, early morning

Me: What the hell are you doing, Claude? It’s 6am!

Claude: Ze light on ze hedges! She is, how you zay? Ztunning! Ah am eeeenspired!

Me: Claude, jeezus. Go back to Giverney, wouljda? (Walking away muttering.)

Claude: (Enthusing in French about the light, then turning to me) You are a philistine. All you Americaines are philistines.

Me: Claude, shut up. And if you’re going to get up this early, could you at least make coffee?

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