Stranded in Miami
Let’s be honest here. I’ve never been stranded in Miami. Hell, I’ve never even been to Miami. That’s, like, in America. I see’d it on the telly. I watched Burn Notice. Gotta love Michael. There’s lots of explosions and loud Latin-influenced music. And beer. People seem to drink a lot of beer. Except for the old people. They don’t. They retire and go around in buggies. Or is that the golfers. Searching for their small balls they get eaten by the crocs. The snappy ones, not the shoes. In the Everglades. Muse on that with minimal house from PRES. It’ll help. Rilly. Free download. Srsly.