Miami

Well, things are starting to get a little wierd.

I'm heading down to Miami tomorrow to meet with a potential employer. It's a great opportunity. However, I would have to move from Tampa Bay to South Florida at some point.

So.... I'm wierded out. I've lived in Tampa Bay for 37 years.

I'll be staying down at the end of Walnut Street at the infamous Lucky Number Room 7, with its glorious ocean view.

As many times as I have visited infamous gock Mike Guerdon down there, the prospect of living there has never really occured to me. South Florida is a wayyyyyyy different animal than Central Florida, with pros and cons like anywhere else. It's not home for me. That much I know.

However, I will be close to the beach.

But the prospect of leaving really has me freaked.

But I have to survive.

The Leeman will survive. No power in The 'Verse can stop me.

Especially guys named "Gary".