So I took a cab once I landed in South Beach. While the cab driver took me to my hotel I appreciated the scenic view of Miami.
I told the Hobo I was actually looking for a CLUB. Not a STRIP CLUB. The Hobo got really offended and started to yell at me saying that I wasn't respecting his services. So I had to give the hobo some tip otherwise he would probably stab me on the face.
My roomate jumps over the ball like an animal yelling in Anger.
Despite the horror I wasn't giving up on my friends. I kept on motivating them so they could win but they seemed a bit to wearied already.
Scott was the one feeling worse. Because of Miami crazy hot weather his blood pressure dropped and he passed out in the sand.
Well, That was the end of my vacation.