Wearing his UM garb even though he had gotten his education at Biscayne College, he fed his forensic smile to the help that suffered him by the minute.
Salsa and chips adorned the table yet he swallowed the air of his importance in this small kingdom of his ghetto.
Miami Lakes only existed for Hialeah people and they were casting Mary Brickell dreams onto their offspring.
Yet our surrogate did backstrokes at the Indigo Hotel.
Sitting down with the property it takes a landed shark to swim in the shallows, he said "Hey Poet what's the good word?"
Smirking in silence and husbanding my future New York Times best seller status I bit my tongue.
"How's it going Captain?" I said with Guilligan demeanor.
He sat into the leather and wood taburete with authority.
I swallowed hard to keep from laughing at this stockless stew.
I was as always humming a new rift and he struck a chord with "Guess how my week went?"
Fishing yes I had been taught the art by my father on account that Jesus said "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."
Knowing my line was thin I stroked his ego by saying prey tell, "How went it Captain?"
Niagara Falls has less water than the fish bowl my captain of industry commands.
Yet this sucker is my future, he is my Barnes and Noble book signing, hot babe waiting afterwards ticket, so I reeled slowly.
"We danced the night away, killed a few Grey Goose and half gallon of tonic."
"She is so crazy we parked a block from Blue Martini at the vacant lot across Lolitas and she lunged to hold my hand all the way to the stairs that lead up to Blue Martini."
"Keeping my composure I pulled away and she said don't be a drag Honey we are in Miami and it's all good all that see us are on team indifference."
"Poet as hard up for her as I was I recognized a tiger."
Probably the smartest thing he had said and Don Julio hadn't shown up yet.
To be continued.
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