Who?

As the mists clear, a faint scream is heard above the soft mumble of the sea. It’s Scott, the vanished Blogger who once again finds his keyboard among the palms, poor people and pines of northern Florida.

Florida is where you go to die, get laid or throw away your money on a virtual reality ride where Michael Jackson gets eaten by a huge mouse. How can anyone live in a state that features large, meat-eating lizards? In Florida, rust is a food group. Almost everything here is either poisonous, dangerous or imported from South America on a boat under the cover of darkness. Napoleon took one look at this place and sold it to pay for a winter vacation in Moscow.

Stay tuned, there must be some culture here some place.