The work turned out to be stomping grapes in a big wooden barrel, which they did with this skinny Frenchman named Pierre. He got big brown eyes that was usually half-closed and an artsy-fartsy way about him, like you just know he got a book of poems in his satchel, or whatever you call that little bag he had. A purse. He’d look at home with a palette and easel, forget about it!, but all French men is like that really, even the like drug dealers and, yu’know, cops, all them look like poets to Wojo.
From Wojo the Action Hero