I had about as glamorous a youth as academia can offer.
Ere my 30th birthday, I was a man of the world. I realized this when I was on a flight from Germany to the UK which I had purchased in Russian rubles and got reimbursed for in Canadian dollars, while not being a citizen or permanent resident of any of those countries.
However, I decided to say goodbye to that life, and as I bid Madam Academy farewell, I suppose it is is only fitting that I do so in style.
In what style, you ask? Let's say French jazz, because as of this writing, it's still socially acceptable to insult the French people with Frenchness.
Farewell