I hate to go all Time Magazine in 2006 on everybody, but I’m in Miami and you’re not. Plus, I’m not in the mood to write something long. I wanna hit the beach. All you need to know is that the weather is gorgeous, there are Brazillian chicks in thongs everywhere, and a store called I Love Liquor is about a block away. The buses down here have ads for a kosher vodka called L’chaim. It may be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen but I think I’m gonna do a mitzvah and drink some on the beach with my menches…or topless chicks. Papa Stone also got pulled over by a cop who told us to drive carefully because Miami is full of “New Yorkers and Latinos.” Luckily, I’m both. Miami, baby, Miami! Gotta come down sometime, kids. Until then, you’re all jabronis, brother.
Rainman Suite 