Yeah, Florida has some strange folks. And I'm usually hanging around the strangest of the strange. And you know if someone's weird by my standards, they're fuckin' weird.(Sunday I had the pleasure of almost witnessing two large, bisexual, alcoholic goth females decorated in excessive amounts of tattoos pull out their breast in a bar. I managed to avert my eyes in time. One was possibly transgender, the other often tries to perform sexual acts on drunken men in the bar, with moderate success.)
I go to that bar every Sunday just to hang out with a borderline alcoholic dude and a girl I like who's in a committed relationship with a guy she loves.
Luckily I'll be out of this state by this time next year with an AA and no direction.