Have at it.

So, it's been awhile. I decided to try to ignore you all, and do what I want with my time. But here I am. And it's monday. And I've tried to ignore that too, and it worked. I can make any day different except for Sunday. Sunday always feels the same.

We dodged hurricanes. For a week, in Florida.

South Beach.

It was a dreamy time. When the sun would go behind a cloud and all the beautiful people on Collins Ave. would shrink up into beautifully hideous ghouls. The 48 yo plastic woman I thought might crack. The mens' boutique owner at 3am with a pile of in the back room. I'M STILL SELLING BELTS! BUSINESS IS GOOD! The europeans, smug with savings in USA. The kids from nearby suburbs with no taste wanting ice cream and cheap looks. The hosts/hostesses that will do just about anything to get you to eat at their tourist hole restaraunt.

The art deco hotels. The cuban food. The beach.

Key West.

We stayed at the Gardens on Angela(Duval/Simonton). They had about 1/4 of the block, all the suites nestled among the local flora. They had tortoises. And a hot tub. And a bar at the pool, hosted by a guy named Billy that served drinks from 2-8 most every day.

And we watched the sunset, and ate more Cuban, and went to see Hemingways' and his cats, and the Truman Complex, and the southernmost brewery in the US at a restaraunt owned by Kelley McGillis. I thought their bad water would knock it dead but, by god, good beer!

And in Florida, no less. They don't drink beer. Not in Miami anyways. The models would swell like so much rice and melt in the humidity. Just plastic parts floating into the catch basin at the end of the street on it's way to the ocean. Whales choking on DD latex. Collagen lips on their way to some Carribean shore.

So, yeah that. And some other stuff. The band is good. I'm jogging.