MIAMI, FL-

I am really hungover.

I stayed up late last night, doing blow and talking shit.

“When in Rome….”

Miami makes me behave like this guy-

Of course, I’m only joking. In actuality, here in Miami, I tend to be act more like most of the other residents. The blue rinse and pinochle set. But without the blue rinse. Or the pinochle.

My time here has been lovely. Two weeks of sun and friendship, late nights and later mornings. Bloody Marys at lunch and Pinot Grigio at dinner. The water in the bay is still cool enough to make your flesh prickle when you dive off the dock, and the air is hot, humid and sticky enough to feel like lovers breath when you’re dry again.

Humidity and sunshine make me horny.

I wander under the palm trees and fantasize about wanton eroticism’s and past dalliances. I think about the recent demise of my relationship and miss his touch. I want to show him things.

Like that big pile of coke on the table.

KIDDING!!! Hi Mum.

Anyway, *wipes nose*, I’m single, I’m sexy, I’m sad, but I’m still smiling. Now what?

To the keyboard, my friends!

I’m in your screenz, making up shitz!

On a more positive note I have lots of work. That’s good. People are paying me to write these days, which is quite a welcome shock for a high school drop-out who has done nothing much but model for seventeen years.

I’m a proper writer these days and, as a result, I’m kinda in love with my drunken, debauched self.

I’d fuck me.

Shit! I keep talking about sex when I really want to be talking about drugs and writing. It must be the weather.

Did I mention I was really hungover?

I’ve recently noticed that all of my old friends are really, really, ridiculously good looking.

It’s spooky. I think I may have accidentally infiltrated a gang of evil, face-eating robots.

Trust no one.

I hope my ridiculously good looking robot friends lobotomize me soon. Or at least give me an anal probe.

This blog is going nowhere, but I am going somewhere.

I’ll be in LA on Monday.

Then I’ll be in San Francisco on Thursday. Then I am going to New York. Then I will probably join a circus or start a male harem. Or not. Maybe I’ll just write some stories. You’ll be able to read them all over the place, and if you’re good I’ll even tell you how.

Have a lovely day.

x

Tags: coke, miami, scarface, shut up, zoe brock

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