Blowjob in Miami.

Hey, remember Miami? Talk about your urban renewal. There’s nothing like 180 mph winds to make you understand why the Three Little Pigs went condo. We were very excited for awhile that Hurricane Andrew was going to turn up the west coast and hit Tampa, but no such luck. Shortly after, I learned that my apartment’s close proximity to the bay provides—not only a pleasant view of the bay—but, had Andy hit, would’ve ensured me an up close look at the bay’s diverse undersea life just by raising my mini blinds. (Next time, I may consider renting on the third floor.)