Something about this place seems like everything would be easier here.
Nothings really cheaper.
It's always hot.
There's weird lizards everywhere.
Maybe it's Disney-tinged memories from years ago when everything seemed easy.
The roads are always empty.
Oh but the air conditioners are cold.
Yeah I could live in the air conditioning.
I want to live in the air conditioning.
I want to grab that armadillo and that fish-sucking crane, throw them in a car bound for Jersey and make a Florida room in the apartment.
We'll all be Republicans in polo shirts counting off the days in that strange dusk between drunk and exhausted
and degrees in Air Conditioning repair.