We're All Pink on the Inside: A Short Allegory about South Beach

This is pretty much how life is like for me every day here in South Beach.



My favorite part of the song is the very beginning. I picture the person talking as a creepy old black lady verbally assaulting the prostitute she just ordered, and the prostitute is thinking "Man, if only I wasn't addicted to heroin..."

South Beach is like America took an old, worn thong, sprayed it with spray-on tan, sprinkled it with cocaine and gave it a Pomeranian. There was a porn convention here this weekend. I really wish I could have gone, tickets were waaaaay too expensive. I should have at the very least hung outside of the convention center, with all of the rest of the creepos. It would have been awesome to seen a real-live porn star (fun note, I accidentally typed pron just now). Although I'm sure I've already met a number of them already.

I never thought I'd end up here, and I certainly don't want to stay here, but I feel really lucky to be here. It's like I'm meant to be here for one particular reason. I'm excited to find out what that is.

I'm also excited to be blogging! It gets me all excited for my glory days on Livejournal. Good times. I'm thinking about doing a "This Week in Livejournal" feature, where I dig through my old journals and humiliate myself. Interested? Stay tuned!

2.0 Social Media Bonerzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I've finally set up this damn blog. It was a long time coming.

Hi! I'm Anthony! I'm a student that needs to write a lot. I have no idea who would read this or how'd they find it, but if you do and did, then hello! I'm going to try and keep this updated with essays, thoughts, doodles and everything else I think someone would enjoy.

So have fun!