Will Smith's legendry song --a slightly different version of it--sums up my time in the New World:
"Here I am in the place where I come let go
Miami the base and the sunset glow
Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day
No work, all play, okay
So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spill
Me and Chanti at the yoga center or in a bar
Nothin less than ill, when we dress to kill
Everytime the hoties pass, they be like (hi there)
Can y'all feel me, all ages and races
Real sweet faces
Every different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican
Black, White, Cuban, and Asian
I only came for two days of playing
But everytime I come I always wind up staying
This the type of town I could spend a few days in
Miami the city that keeps the roof blazing"
PS: Chanti, Feyzi and I went to this cool event at the Sagamore Hotel. Aside from the horrid woman who we think is a super star at the WWF's female league, beautiful people were everywhere, including Ingrid Casares (the 90's Miami-it Girl, also Madonna's girlfriend, and the owner of legandry Liquid club before it was closed) who looked even better than she looked those days, telling us that doing drugs and having a messed up lifestyle does not really ruin you, if you can afford the best of it! JK..
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