After spending the earlier half of the day waiting on a call that never came, I headed out in my mothers car to the beach. The day was nice and sunny; the water was even endurable, so long as one kept moving. It was great to just lie out and relax to the sound of crashing waves. There was also a group of young Cubans next to me who had a guitar and were playing some really nice tunes. I got bored after a while because time passes by a lot slower on the beach when one is alone rather then with friends. So I waddled down the shoreline with my feet in the water for some time, thought about shit, and reflected. I later sat in the car across the street from the tides and called a few friends in New York. I walked around South Beach’s streets, ate lunch, took pictures and then went to the Marlin Hotel where my friend Jerome was bartending and offered to buy/make me a slamming mojito. I then headed back to Hialeah, “la cuidad que progresse” to pick up the rental van for tomorrows trip to Disney World.
selah....
....great dat you were able to do that....
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