Miami. the Magic City. The place where I was born; back in the day.
When people north of the border (that is north of the Miami-Dade County and Broward County line) think Miami, they see... well, this guy. Others see Tony Montana blasting off an Uzi Sub-Machine Gun. And still others see... well, this guy.
This is my hometown. I can honestly say that like many of Miami's children over the years, I grew weary of my home. The reasons and excuses were many, and many of those were valid. By way of revelation, however (whether divine or self-perpetuated by a love for arroz con frijoles negros, I'm not sure), I am slowly finding myself falling in love with my hometown.
Anyone who has known me for the past 10 years would say to that, 'Err... What?', but yes it's true. I love Miami.
This is what's on my mind now, so as my English friend Randolph says, "Brace yourself b_____'s!" Here comes a new series of thoughts -- only I could care about of course -- on Miami.
Miami Beach is where neon goes to die. - Lenny Bruce
Man, I can dig tropical, but this is out of bounds. - "Rico" Tubbs on Miami Vice