Florida Adventure 1
Job
moving
We were living in a hotel just off the beach. It had a mall
in the bottom floor. There were these two guys who had a store in the
mall who sponsored a “Party on the Plaza” type gig on the
back tarries of the hotel every week.
I was walking across the
plaza and a guy (not one of the two in question) asks “want to
make some money?”
Well, I shoot him a look to kill and he
comes back
“Helping some guys move?” he corrects
quickly.
“Sure” I say. “How much?”
Well
it was $35 bucks to help carry some furniture and some boxes to a
truck. It was just a couple of hours work. It was a piece of cake.
The guys were nice. They had one guy I noticed hanging around the
hotel before. He gave me the creeps.
They all wanted to go drink
some beers and buy my dinner. I declined saying “I have to go
cook dinner for my friends.”
They paid me and said “I'm
disappointed.”
A fact that I found out later made me very
happy that I declined. Sabina told me after the fact that she was
sorry to see those two guys go. She added “Those guys were
really nice for a couple of fags.”
The creepy guy passed by
me in the hall after that and smiled saying “missed you at the
party, you should have come.”
I hate Hollywood Florida.
Florida Adventure 2
Guy
on the bicycle
I was sitting outside the apartment in the late
summer. We were making dinner. A guy road by on a bicycle and offered
me a job painting his driveway. They do that sort of thing in
Florida. I agreed. The guy struck me as kind of queer, as in
homosexual. I ended up helping him clean up behind his property and
painting his driveway. By the end of it (a day and a half of labor) I
was so disgusted that I wouldn't take his money for chores.
it was
this little adventure that made me want to get out. I think my friend
and Brian breaking ties was just the last straw.
i hate Hollywood
Florida.
Florida Adventure 3
Cars
under the bridge
Brian had heard through this guy named,
ironically, Kelly that there was an impromptu meeting of a bunch of
teenagers under a bridge somewhere to drink and carouse. We met some
other fast car enthusiasts. The whole night was fun. We spent this
night somewhere in north Miami.
Florida Adventure
4
Sabine
Sabine is a German woman who worked in the mall on
the first floor of the hotel we staid in. She worked at a shop. The
funny thing is, I don't remember what they sold. Tourist junk I
think. We made friends and hung out a bit. She had a German accent
and was a bit mysterious.
We hung out at her place a couple of
times before I left Florida. It was fun. I never did sleep with her.
While I was sitting in the bus station waiting for the bus to take me
home Sabina walked by and came in to say goodbye. Why didn't I kiss
her?
I called her after I got back home and Brian answered the
phone. It turns out he left my friend and hooked up with Sabine. I
spoke with her later and she felt bad about the whole thing. Brian
was good at using women. Brian came back to Texas before my friend
did.
I think I would like Germany
Florida Adventure 5
Yahoo
Beer
We met these guys who were locals. I don't remember any of
their names except one. Kelly. he was laid back and long haired. Some
of his buddies came over and we went down to the lobby of the hotel
to walk them in. We were walking through the lobby with about three
cases of beer and a cop turned around and gave us a quadruple take.
not one of us even reacted in the tiniest bit. We just kept walking
right past the guard and up to our room. We found out later one of
the guys had just “yahooed” the beer AKA ripped it off
from a quickie shop. He had grabbed two cases near the door and
shuffled them under his arms. When he grabbed the second two on of
them broke and a bunch of beers spilled all over the floor. The clerk
screamed at him. He just stood there for a second and flipped off the
clerk. Then took the three cases and walked out the door. It might
have been his buddy who actually jacked the beer.
I drank some
stolen beer in Hollywood Florida.
Today
I've never told
another human any of this. So,
what is the deal? I can tell the world,
but no one close to me.
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