An American Abroad

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In some ways, it was better than if I had stayed in the states.  Good food and plenty of tourists to work. But in some ways, it was harder. The French cops were smart fuckers, and usually it only took them a day or two to catch on to me. The language was another problem, but that usually worked to my advantage when I ran my scam. The best thing was how Americans were off-guard while in another country. One guy I hustled was a New York lawyer, and you bet I’d never have gotten away with it at home.

7 thoughts on “An American Abroad

  1. Intriguing. I want to know where he is now – in prison? I can just imagine him reminiscing as he lies on his narrow bunk in a cold concrete cell. Maybe those French cops were smart enough to catch him.

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