Three "Floridian" Extracts

Prosperity, is it all its cracked up to be? As I sit in The Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach, Miami, I ponder this. Eating a meal worth close enough to 100 dollars each, I wonder if all the hype is worth it. You could say that rich people have easy lives. But, chances are, the things that make them rich have been far from easy. My Uncle has absoloutely earned his living. He is an absoloute inspiration to me. Prosperity means nothing in money, but prosperity in mind is priceless.

Chopard, Worth Avenue. Palm Beach, Miami. I walk in, sit down. What do I hear? Adele. Fucking Adele. Rain on me, just rain on me. Anyway, get back in the car. Tell my Uncle about the tax they tried to charge my Aunt. He tells me, "There's nowt queerer than folk".

Bice. Lovely Italian Restaurant. Chose the minestrone soup. I love the chunkyness of it. Then had risotto, minus the "sun-dried tomatoes". Eating my creme bruelle, then I hear Elisa - Dancing over the speakers. Why? If these people are trying to kill me softly with a song, they are doing a bloody good job.