Me and my niece, Isabella
I woke up early because I couldn’t deal with the sub degree thermostat level that my father likes to keep the AC at. The patio was torture because rain always brings out swarms of thirsty mosquitoes. I tried to take pictures but the house made my camera so cold that the humidity outside automatically caused condensation on the lens. By noon the humidity level was unbearable. I worked out, drank to many maltas,read the NY times, made smoke signals, watched Jerry Springer, looked thorough old picture albums, and at some point fell asleep and took a four hour siesta. I woke up and hooked up with my boy Alex who lives on my block. We went to Westland Mall with his ghetto Cuban girlfriend, who didn’t take shit from no one, had a special eye rolling maneuver for every occasion and “y tremenda lengua.” (A wicked tongue) She was the epitome of the Cuban street gal. We had a hell of a good time. We hung out at her house and watched her rat terrier almost die for chewing up a toxic toad. We had an intoxicatingly good time ourselves. I then headed home and got ready for the first day of festivities. My boy just arrived from NY and we were determine to make an appearance at Club Coliseum in Ft. Lauderdale. A large group of us closed the club down and then loitered in the parking lots of different establishments on the strip. A first time spectator would think that the kids in Florida do it like this: After 5am, They hang outside and jump from one persons car to another until everyone gets into an argument or goes on super dramatic mode and breaks away from the circle. We quickly caught on and broke away from the circle. We then rented at a forsaken Holiday Inn. The sheets were a low thread count and raspy, I think I saw prostitutes or mega hoochie mamas in the lobby but the end of a long night of dancing, getting stepped on, narcotics, get-away-from-me flatteries and the horrible mixing of some really good songs, was nice.
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