My Stereotypical Character Andr the Poet
My Stereotypical Character: André the Poet He sat at the local Starbucks drinking a cup of Espresso and smoking a cigarette. André would take a sip from his coffee, then a puff from his cigarette and with that he’d come up with a line to complement the last one he’d written. ... André looked at his finished poem with some doubt. ... That evening before the poetry contest, André sat having dinner in his cramped apartment. ... André sighed and said to himself, “It’s not Paris, but it’s home. ... André strolled into the café calmly. ... After several people had recited their poems, André went up. ... Since they were in a poetry café no one clapped but André heard the most snapping of fingers and whistling he’d heard all night, which was a clear indication that he’d won the prize.