Miami Experience

Well,


I made it to Miami. Bye Bye Key West. I left with a friend, Scotty at 6 A.M.on Saturday morning May 19th. We took the Lower Keys shuttle from Key West to Marathon, 4 dollars. hopped on the American bus to Florida City, 2 dollars and 35 cents, took the 38 bus to the Metro rail, 2 dollars, bought an all day pass for 5 dollars and made it to South Beach by 2P.M.....PRICELESS !!! Especially because I didn't even spend a dime because I didn't have a dime. My friend Scotty paid for the whole trip but he also owed me 20 dollars that I had loaned him the week before...My friend is apparently a former Air Force Special Intellengence airman who spent 6 years with an honorable discharge. But I couldn't and still can't believe it because the minute we got to Florida City, he acted like a complete lost idiot. and he apparently has traveled the world while he was in the service. We got off the American bus and he starts asking total strangers who don't even speak English, "What bus do we have to take to go to Miami and how much does it cost and all kinds of stupid ass questions" All the while I am reading the bus stop sign that even has a map that tells you where you are going, trying to calm his ass down. That was the beginning of the end, I thought maybe after a few beers or a couple shots of Vodka he might calm down but no, he didn't. The closer we got to Miami it seemed the stupider he got. When we finally got to Metrorail in Dadeland South ( it took an hour and a half on the 38) I suggested that we buy a day pass that cost 5 dollars as opposed to paying 2 dollars for a one way ticket, he bitched and moaned about spending money. I thought, this is not starting off too good, I am completely broke and totally relient on this guy who is already freaking out before we even hit Miami. I hate being in that position and should have waited for my check to come in before leaving Key West but he offered to pay and K.O.T.S. is getting OLD and the day before Officer Abitual caught me and Murphy in front of K Mart drinking alcohol (we had our drinks in non see through cups) and asked us why he shouldn't put us in jail. And I explained that Murphy had just bought a radio and portable DVD player that I was helping set up and showing Murphy how to work his brand new toys just purchased (over 120 dollars) at the K Mart we were in front of "breaking the law".

Anyway, Officer Mitchell let us go. So we left to Stock Island. And I convinced Scotty to go to Miami that night and he agreed. While in Miami, Scotty was worried about a place to sleep that night and was scared that it was going to rain, in which it did. I figured we could get a little buzz on and find shelter somwhere on the streets.Scotty ended up leaving me after I found my buddy Billy at the Metro mover in Miami. Scotty was bitchin' and moanin' too much for me. Billy Boy is from Kentucky and can handle what ever comes his way. The difference from Miami to Key West from hearsay,is that in Miami if you get busted for an open container or trespassing you get time served, you might do 12 hours. In Key West it's 30 days, big difference!! ( Update: Murphy is back in jail, the day after I left for Miami) So it was time to go. I'm having a great time in the real world, big city of Miami. I have a couple different spots to sleep, one being across the street from the American Airlines arena where we watched the people going to and from the game when the Heat whooped the Pacers ass, like 115 - 83! Then me and Billy Boy went up to Haulover Miami beach and slept there for a couple days and the cops just drive by, they have bigger fish to fry than to worry about some homeless people sleeping in the streets.

Pomp(ous) and Circumstance / Move Over Miami

Let me start by saying, I was trespassed this morning with my buddy Mr. Coffey at the Key West Golf Course by the Monroe County Sheriff's Department. Now, I don't blame the Sheriff's Department, they are just doing their job and they were very polite and respectful. The last name of the lead deputy was Miranda (Rights, get it?), which I meant to mention to him that that was a cool last name being a deputy. Anyway, I am and have been disgusted with these pompous, think they are better than everybody else, idiots that have nothing better to do than call the cops if they see a homeless, vagrant, bum in proscenium of their presence, minding their own business, meaning the homeless vagrant bum, yes, drinking a beer, like they're not drinking or taking pills or whatever, critical hypocrites. We weren't loud or disturbing the peace, just drinking a beer in the shade of trees which happen to be about 10 feet away from the golf course fence. Now I know, there are blatant loud, obnoxious idiots are homeless who throw beer cans on the ground when there is a garbage can 2 feet away. I always say, "No wonder these inconsiderate mother fuckers are homeless!!!" Believe me, I've seen it AND I have to live with some of these stupid asses at K.O.T.S. I can understand why some people hate the homeless !!There are some lazy, disrespectful, pieces of shit, that don't even deserve to breathe on earth. Maybe harsh, but I have to live with these inconsiderate assholes and see it everyday and can't escape while I am staying at K.O.T.S. Hence, my great escape plan to move to Miami..... I'm tired of running from the cops in Key West and I challenge anyone to find a spot in Key West that is NOT trespassing. That being said, my buddy, newly adopted father, Murphy was busted and arrested for drinking in public last week at Bay View park, courtesy of the tennis "pro" who tattle told on him. I luckily saw what was going down, warned Murphy to move as he denied to heed, I moved without opening and leaving my beer in the bag, escaping the crime scene and eluded the silver bracelets and the long arm of the law and had to subsequently pedal Murphy's bike back to K.O.T.S. because the cops wouldn't take it.... Again, we weren't being loud or obnoxious but the pompous tennis "pro" went out of his way to call the cops and actually, had his son call while he was giving a lesson.... Devil's advocate, yes, we should not drink in public but now we homeless can't even go into Stick and Stein, a bar, a.k.a. Bitch and Whine with our backpacks on because some STUPID FUCK went in with a bottle in his back pack and was drinking from it, NOW we ALL have to suffer because of that idiot... Now before you jump to conclusions and your judgemental mind goes into overload, to me, we are all human beings, regardless if you have a million dollars in the bank or a penny in your pocket. Yes, there are assholes but that is with every form of society you can think of, rich or poor. Why do people have to look down on the less fortunate? I don't understand. If you are rich and you know it, clap your hands and move on!! How can you be so worried about some homeless bum on the street? Don't you have bills to pay and worry about paying the rent? 401(k) to think about? Your misconceived notions have me baffled. I know most of you are ignorant, not ALL but MOST, if you don't know about something, you want to squash it and hope it goes away. The fear of the unknown is a scary thing but it would do ALL of us good to learn more about OUR (Mine and Yours) concerns than to ignore reality....Before I move to Miami, I wrote a little going away ditty....




MOVE ON MIAMI



EPIPHANY

TO GO BACK TO MIAMI



LEAVE THE IDIOTS

IN THE STREETS

OF KEY WEST



I THOUGHT MY DREAM

WOULD BE FULFILLED

AT BEST



I GUESS

I WAS WRONG AGAIN



BUT I MUST

STILL FIGHT

AND CARRY ON

MY PLIGHT

WHAT WOULD I DO

OTHERWISE



NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

MY SAME EXCUSE

THAT WILL FRUITATE IN

A MATTER OF TIME



RATHER BE

IN MIAMI



IT SEEMS TO HAVE

A BETTER OPPORTUNITY



THAN THE TIME

I SPENT IN

THE FLORIDA KEYS



I WRITE THESE WORDS

ON A PIECE OF

SCRAP PAPER

I CAN NOT AFFORD



SITTING WITH

THE OTHER GURUS

AT THE LIBRARY



IF IT ALL FALLS APART

TOMORROW

AT LEAST I KNOW



THE SHELTER

WILL BE THERE

FOR THE REMAINDER

OF THE YEAR



BACK TO SQUARE ONE

IF I DON'T GET TOO FAR

OUT OF GRASP



I TRIED TO SEE

THE GREENER PASTURE

ON THE OTHER SIDE



YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

UNTIL YOU TRY



I KNOW THIS

YOU WILL NEVER WIN

UNLESS

YOU THROW IN

YOUR OWN 2 CENTS



WAIT FOR ME

MIAMI

PROMISE MY BOAT

WON'T SINK



I WILL BE THERE

SOONER THAN YOU THINK



Written by me 5/10/2012 @ of course 17:10 P.M.