Thu, Dec. 1st, 2005, 11:28 am
It’s humid out today, that wonderful tropical dampness that gives Miami personality. If you could describe any kind of weather as “sexy,” it’d be humidity. I’m inspired to work when it feels like this. The sweat of the city gives off the most erotic musk; it makes me drunk, hungry, desperate to connect to someone…special. Maybe I’ll go down to one of the clubs on South Beach and do some scoping or maybe I’ll pop in on that actor who just moved in down the street. Our eyes met in the market the other day and I could see the pain behind his glance. He might as well have been calling out to me, screaming in the middle of the frozen food section – “Save me, please, release me from bondage.” Or maybe he was just cold. Who knows? Who cares? Either way, I think he’d be fun to spend some alone time with, do a little educating. A little liberating. A light breeze just picked up. The barometer is rising. The humidity is breaking a bit. I think I’ll still go out tonight, though. I still feel like dancing, and I think I just saw my new friend’s car pull into his garage.