So you’ve landed in Miami, all full of South Beach, Little Havana, Pitbull dancin’ spunk. You survived the drive from the airport. You’ve gone to the beach, you’ve seen Ocean Drive. You’ve paid $30 for a drink. You’ve ran over a moped. Hell, you even bought a new jacket at Sawgrass (what do you need a new jacket for fool?). What are you gonna do now? Waste away your vacation on Lincoln Road, watching the scantily-clad and heavily-reworked? No madam, you will set forth on a journey of self-discovery, across county lines, where the wild things are. Drop the bath salts and get back to your boozy, loosie goosie roots.
Let’s see where your compass takes us, I’ll lay down the possibilities and you pick the path of higher being, de acuerdo?.