11.05.10
South Beach, a place like no other
Hey kids,
During the summer, I spent two glorious months living in the place where dreams come true and you never have to grow up and become an adult. No, not Disney World!! Deviants like me are not allowed there. I spent two months living in South Beach, land of sun, sand, sin and sex (and believe me, a lot of sex goes on). Now for all you ignoramuses out there, South Beach is the southern portion of Miami Beach. It’s section south of 23rd Street. This is also the area where the all the restaurants, trendy (re: expensive) stores, dance clubs and drug-addled masses are located. It is also the location for some of the mostly grossly expensive real estate (gross because some prices will literally make you regurgitate) this side of Miami, or the 6th Borough as some New Yorkers seem to think (New Yorkers, thanks for thinking of us as your little brother city, but again, no thanks).
A friend of mine lives in a studio on 16th St between Michigan and Jefferson, just a block away from Lincoln Road. While she was gone to some island in the Caribbean, I rented her place. Since, I was only planning on staying two months, I didn’t attempt to redecorate the studio. Mind you, this studio is quite spacious and is more akin to a one room apartment. My next door neighbor, a Newyorican dude, was a bit of a weirdo, smoked weed constantly and constantly banged the walls (luckily, I never had to call the cops on his ass). The downstairs neighbor was a cute French girl, but she was taken, so let’s leave it at that.
The beach, is a very interesting place; there’s a never a dull moment. There’s always plenty of activities going on. Everyday I seemed to bump into more weirdos, crackheads, obnoxious tourists and bizarros. Since I worked from home, I had plenty of time to spend merrily walking around. I have plenty of interesting stories to relate, but I’ll post them one by one. All these posts will have the sub-heading True South Beach Stories. It’s the least I can do, especially since South Beach Man Whore took off his blog.
I promise I’ll post soon (and I’ll figure out a way to post pictures again), til then toodles.
P.S. Use a rubber.
