I live in Florida now. That's why I haven't been
blogging. They don't have internet here. At least not all the time. It sort of comes and goes. I was surprised too! At first. But after living here for a
few weeks, I get it. They just can’t be bothered fixing it. So they just sort of hope for the best!
I was able to sneak this one in because of some kind of fluke, but I doubt I'll
be able to do it very often.
You can't imagine what it's like here. For one thing, it’s extremely
sunny and everyone’s oddly happy. I
think it’s because they’re no rules and everyone’s a tiny bit off. For example, they let anyone drive. You
could be 153 years old or eleven and it's no problem. You just get in the
car and go. There aren’t even any written questions on the driver’s
test. You just have to turn, park and
answer one verbal question: “Which way should you turn your wheel if you’re on
a hill?” That’s the question. I swear to God. And here’s what’s so great about it–there
are no hills in Florida.
You can even get high while you're driving. In fact, it's
frowned upon if you don't. So far, I haven’t seen a single traffic cop. I honestly don’t think they have any and I,
for one, appreciate that in a state. I
used to get pulled over so often in Demarest, I have like eighty points. But here, you can go right through red
lights, speed right across the highway back and forth, make U-turns just about
anywhere and I haven’t once used my blinker.
Not once. You should see me, and
no one cares.
Also, if you don't want to work, nobody even notices. You
can just sit down on the floor or something. I see people doing it all
And you know how in NY when someone does something mean to
you, like try to run you over, you understand that it’s because people are horrible?
Well, not here. People only do stuff
like that because they don’t know any better. It’s so refreshing I can’t even
begin to tell you. There isn’t a mean
person in this entire state. And there’s
only one homeless guy. He stands on the
same bright, sunny corner every day waving and smiling. I know because I pass by him at least six or
seven times a day as I try to find my way back and forth to ABC carpet. And I
have to say he’s not a bad looking guy. He has a great tan and I think he’s got
to be fairly rich by now, hanging out in Boca as he does. I, myself, have given him at least two
hundred dollars by now. So far he’s my only friend here, but I intend to make a
ton more, just like him.
We’re not staying here though. This is a temporary move, until Jesse finishes high school, but I intend to
enjoy every minute of it. I think I
finally found my niche.