A View from Paris.

The campaign office the werewolf is currently ensconced in is located on the historic square in downtown Paris. It occupies a giant vacant converted store front, complete with huge glass windows and doors that provide an expansive view of the charming town square. This week has reawakened the werewolf's inner-appreciation for people watching.

A new breed of east Texan was spotted this afternoon. The werewolf was quietly working on some media items when the rumble of large chili red Ford pickup truck caused him to look up from his computer screen. The passenger door opened and out popped a three foot tall black-Hispanic midget complete with a multi-colored serape and a mini-mullet. Talk about sensory overload. The werewolf regrets not having a picture to share with you all, but the trifecta of midget, mullet, and serape was enough to satiate the werewolf's need for a therapeutic afternoon laugh. God bless thumbalina and the value she briefly added to the werewolf's day.

That ladies and gentlemen was the snapshot of the week. Here's to living large in east Texas.

Dubble Bubble.

We are constantly evolving. In one of exiles unique twists, the werewolf finds himself in Paris, TX working on a hyper-competitive GOP state representative primary. It is a week until the primary, so there is an abundance of energy and things to get done to energize voters. This election will be decided by razor thin margins. Plus, this is the werewolf's first formal foray into the fascinating dynamics that govern Republican primaries is rural Texas. It's been an experience and then some. 

Rural east Texas has been a wonderful change in pace and scenery that has been bountiful for the werewolf's beaten down mental health. Plus, Paris has a disarming charm. However, the candidate he is working on behalf of and the campaign manager are true sons of Texas and habitual dippers. The werewolf tends to chew on pens when moving at fast working pace, but that is habit he has tried to kick, so he has evolved into chewing gum. There is a giant punch bowel loaded with complementary dubble bubble gum pieces in the middle of our office. You all know double bubble right? The famous small, pink, half-thumb sized uber-sugary chewing gum that losses its flavor in about 15 seconds and rots your teeth. Good stuff. However, the werewolf has taken to chewing about 30 pieces a day. Seriously. He loves the sugary flavor rush and having something to occupy his jaw muscles. Some dentist will profit handsomely down the road.

From Paris with love.

The werewolf is in Paris, Texas this week helping out on a political campaign. He'll try and post something noteworthy at some point.