I took the daily excursion to the bridge this morning. On the way I saw all the regular joggers and walkers and waived appropriately. Nobody gave me the finger. Things are looking up.
Then I took a ride to the bait shop to get my daily supplies. It wasn’t all bait. It was still early but I enjoyed a black coffee as almost all of the regular members of the 5 pm MENSA members began showing up. Was only odd in the AMOUNT of people showing up. Apparently everyone had had a rollicking rolling night. Nobody had any interest in going to work. Everyone had last night in their demeanor and their faces. One of them went inside and bought an orange juice. He came back out and poured a nip of vodka into it. Nope, he ain’t goin’ to work.
They’re all contractors and get 20% up front for their work. Then there’s a party, sub-parties, multi-parties, hangovers and blackouts. These guys are electricians, painters, carpenters and HVAC experts. They’ll be back to work in a day or two. Depending on how many complaints they get on the phone. Another guy goes in to purchase an OJ. As its yard waste day I skedaddle on home to put my trash cans out. I’m positive I’ll see all the guys again at five. Having accomplished absolutely nothing. I got my trash out without the help of orange juice. I’m a Key West success story!
After farting around a bit I call up my friend Flo. Something you never do before eleven in the morning. She’s an editor and works all night on manuscripts via her computer. Hard working gal and a damn good friend. Three hours later we’re down to Jack Flat’s sharing a huge hamburger and fries. Flo is moving north soon to find more adventures. I wish her luck. We finish our meal and wander around for a while looking at all the imported weirdos. Its a week before Fantasy Fest and the oddballs with lots of money are showing up early. Lots of giggles.
Eventually Flo and I show up at the Green Parrot and take our window seat. The corner of Southard and Whitehead has plenty of interesting, odd, and fascinating things to look at in the way of people. And events. A group of obvious bikers come in with “The In-Laws” stitched on the back of their leather vests. I barely get to the bathroom to relieve my laughing colon.
Flo and I shoot the breeze in our easy way while watching these wannabe badasses go about their thing. They’re just a bunch of middle aged guys looking for some adventure. And adventure they found!
Out of the blue another group of biker badasses show up and what they had stitched on their vests was NOT “In-Laws”. As a matter of act they took some umbrage. To make a short story even shorter lets just say there were some black eyes involved. Flo and I moved across the street to the deli and sat on the bench there. Hell, we bought a couple of nutty buddies and had a grand old time watching the fight. Then we headed off to south Duval to get a glass of wine where all the screeching parrots sit in a cage and irritate the freaking bejesus out of ya. After a while some guys showed up with black eyes. My colon couldn’t take it. We split for Flo’s second story porch. We hooked up our computers and shared some wine. We yelled greetings to the people on the street below.
Next week about ten thousand rowdy, near naked nuts are gonna show up. Flo and I are committed to parade night only. Who doesn’t like a parade? Then we’ll return to her porch and yell greetings to all the revelers below. Its nut time in nutsville! This is how things go.
So many damn nuts! The next morning I get to the bridge and I tell the Cuban with the full baby diaper that I ain’t gonna put up with his shit. He has issues with me. He can throw his damn baby diaper wherever the hell he pleases. Then my old friend formerly of the Cleveland Browns shows up. Happy to report that this particular Cuban could swim. Sadly a truckload of Anglo adolescents show up breaking beer bottles and lighting firecrackers. Being an ass is not specific to any one culture. Glad to say they could also swim…to a degree. Then me and my buddy talk about the Patriot’s game this past Sunday. He played for Belichick in Cleveland. We threw the baby diaper on the swimmers. Seemed just. They were told to not come out of the water without it. A good day at the bridge.
Flo is leaving the keys. Not sure how to handle this. You don’t find a friend like this very often. Not to mention I no longer have an overnight night spot on the porch sofa. That’s just how it goes.