Miami Three
Posted:April 17th, 2009

David and Luan’s room was completely destroyed by the third day.








Totally fucked.


Ay caramba!








Mauricio showed up from Colombia!

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Straight gangster rental car shit.


Driving around, five days straight.


Kicked out by old lady.


Car in the landing.


Too gnarly.


Attempted.


Too Catholic.




Hardflipped.


Kicked out by security guard.


And again.





Robinson Crusoe.


Shot from within bum shanty!


Primo attack!






V-necks are so hot in Miami.


Oh yeah!








One day Ewan decided to start drinking at lunch.


We went to one of those restaurants with all the crap tacked up on the walls.


It was nice to do something cultural.


Yep, pretty sweet trip.


A part of me is still there, driving around.