Part 3: Models, Drugs, Bodypaint
After rousing around 1pm, I wandered into Brickell and had two fantastic coffees at Tinta y Cafe’, a great Cuban spot where cute girls gather each afternoon.
The threesome energy was still pulsing strong and I just stared at a cute blonde until she looked over. I smirked and said ‘hi’. We chatted about where to go out in Miami and I asked her for a ride to retrieve my bike in Wynwood. She laughed and said she was headed in the other direction but would have if she had the time. “Thought I’d try:)”
The day after a threesome is always extra bright, the mind is extra sharp and the body is extra relaxed. The girls can tell something special just happened and the only game required is a smile.
I jumped in a cab back to Wynwood. It was crawling with people and I spat some game to 5 girls in 20 minutes while sipping on some fresh juice. I asked them where the best beaches were and farmed a couple numbers.
The bike was still there and in tact. I rode to Lummus and walked down the beach. The models were out today.
The model bodies were everywhere and very easy to spot. Lovely model bodies that were a result of a lifetime of staying healthy and good diet. Bodies in tiny bright bikinis that hid nothing. Bodies that screamed ‘take me, I’m in my prime and just want to have fun!’
I put my things down near three model bodies that were lined up on the shore. After disrobing I walked up to them and made some fun because they were scared of the cold water (75 isn’t cold), the seaweed, and the waves.
I splashed them with water, threw seaweed, and let the waves slam me. They followed me in and we went out past the waves.
After swimming around eachother a bit, I picked up a jellyfish (these were not man o’ war, but regular jellies) and let them poke it. I told them just not to touch the violet part because those were the stingers. They were fascinated.
I collected a bunch of the jellyfish and piled them up on some seaweed on the shore. They were pretty big ones and attracted the attention of a big group of children. The kids were squealing, making a scene and their parents were coming over to take photos of them next to the pile.
There was a group of 20 people gathered and when the models came to join, I told everyone about the lives of jellyfish.
They have no brain or central nervous system and are some of the oldest animals on Earth. They were here long before the dinosaurs, survived all the mass extinctions, and have remained unchanged for over 600 million years. They will be here long after humans kill themselves off and they will see the destruction of the planet. They are perfectly designed organisms, simple and effective, and something to be admired.
The models were captivated and came up to ask me a million questions. I told them I used to be a professor, but now I’m letting the world teach me…now where were the parties at?
The told me they were going to a party at the Shore Club rooftop later that night. I told them I would join later and got the most exotic looking ones number and ran back into the water to swim some more.
Another ceviche lunch from Chala had me balanced again. Eating food from the environment you are in is the best. Fresh fish caught right from the water I was just swimming in and prepared raw had my body in harmony and aligned to something perfect.
I rode around to some of the beaches in the North part of the island, found one that was desolate and swam naked in the waves.
The 15 mile ride back to the crazy den had me hungry again. I bought a piece of lamb, cooked it up, cleaned up, and prepared for the night.
It was a warm night and I was a little sunburned so I stripped off my shirt and rode 8 miles to the Shore Club. I called the girls and they were waiting on line. The line snaked down the steps and down the sidewalk. It was a few hundred people deep…everyone looked the same. Tons of models, both male and female, most of them looked pissed off, and I wasn’t feeling the vibe at all.
I found the girls and they were in a bad mood as well. I instantly made the decision to get out of there and explore on my own. I bid the girls adieu and good luck, took my shirt off again and got back on the bike.
I rode up to LIV just to see what it was like and it was pretty much the same scene as Shore Club. When I rode by, a few girls whistled at me and said they liked my hat. I stopped and asked if they wanted a ride, it was only 10 bucks. One asked ‘what kind of ride?’ and I called her naughty and rode away.
My senses took me back to Wynwood where I rode through the crowds half naked and hollered at girls who hollered right back. It was a great time and I made a couple of loops before parking, lighting up a cigar, and wandering to an outdoor market.
When I entered, one of the girls from the threesome yelled “Indiana Jones!” and came running up to me. She was with a big group and I asked where they were going…back to Wood. I told her I wanted to explore solo tonight and gave her a kiss. The look in her eye was priceless.
I stood under a tent where there was a dancefloor, puffed on my cigar, and said ‘hey’ to every cute girl that passed. None were hooking like I wanted and when the nicotine buzz peaked I got into observation mode again.
It was fun watching everyone wandering around, most people were very drunk: a girl passed out and was carried off, two guys fought–one got kicked hard when he was thrown on the ground, I was getting the most eyefucks from girls who were with boyfriends, and my hat was complimented more than a few times. My favorite from a gangster looking black dude who looked at my cigar and said ‘now thats how you rock that hat man’.
A tall woman approached me, she was very elegant, I assumed she used to be a model, but she looked a little too old for it now. I was intrigued.
She asked for a light and I told her to press her cigarette against my cigar when I puffed. She did and I said “well, that was intimate” right after. She laughed and asked who I was. “Why, you don’t recognize me?” I said with a smirk, she laughed again and then I told her I was a secret.
We talked about what was going on that night and she told me about a pagan celebration that was going on in a loft that wasn’t too far away. “Well, thats right up my alley darling” and I asked to write down the address and give me her phone number.
We parted, I wandered outside and there were some guys painting the side of a huge van. A giant black dude who must have weighed 400 pounds came up to me and asked to buy a cigar. I sold him one for 10 bucks and as we were exchanging a very drunk dude started yelling at his girlfriend and threw his water bottle. The water splashed and almost hit the painting.
That 400 lb. dude must have played football at one point because he moved with incredible swiftness over to the drunk guy and laid him out with one giant smack to the head.
Some other guys drug the drunk guy away and the big dude came over to finish the transaction with me. “That was nice man, that smoke is going to be even better now” and the dude cracked up.
I followed the directions ex-model had written and knocked on a door. A guy took me up some stairs to the loft and let me in.
Behind the door, people were dressed up like fairies, vixens, tree worshipers and fawns. They were dancing rythmically around a drum circle that was in tune with the sounds coming from an African DJ.
Guys were eating fire, topless girls were belly dancing, flowers were being put into hair, there was a naked girl swinging from rings from the ceiling, masks, fluorescent lights and paint: I wanted some drugs.
I went up to a girl who was painted green and had sticks in her hair and we chatted for a bit. I asked her where I could get some ‘party favors’ and she brought me to a guy who looked like Zorro and he took me to a guy who looked like ZZ Top.
ZZ sold me a bag of coke for $50 and I took it in the bathroom and bumped most of it off of a Quarter.
Now the party made some more sense to me. There was a girl who was putting bodypaint on people. I took off my shirt and told her I wanted be black and silver tonight.
She painted me jet black with silver streaks around my chest and face and it made me feel great.
I danced with girls who looked like plants and shot my cocaine lasers into everyones soul.
This was fun for a while but I needed fresh air and the stars above my head. I got out of the loft and rode my bike through the crowds again and yelled at girls. This got everyones attention and there was a lot of pointing, shouting, and video taping of the black and silver guy pedaling around Wynwood screaming at people.
The fire was burning bright again and I got off the bike and stepped to every cute girl, pointed at the full moon and told her to worship with me. Our worship was kissing and I did this to 5 girls…2 were actively freaked out and 1 actually RAN away.
It was wonderful, I got back on the bike and pedaled as fast as I could down to Blackbird Ordinary.
The place was packed and the bouncers made me put my shirt back on before I went in. They said I looked like an assassin and made me promise not to kill anyone. I told them it was a night of worship and there would be no sacrifices.
Thanks to the coke, I didn’t mind being stared at by everyone and I went to the backyard, lit another cigar and stood on top of the steps watching the crowd.
4 girls approached and asked about the paint. I told them I was coming from a celebration. One asked if I was an actor, another was convinced I was a magician.
I went with magician and said that I was casting spells on people. The girl asked what kind of spells and I waved my hand around while blowing smoke and made her follow my finger with her eyes.
Then I stepped to her and gave her a kiss–stepped back, and said “it worked”.
We laughed and I cast more spells on people. When my cigar was done, I took the girl inside to dance. We got very sexual on the dance floor and she unbuttoned my shirt all the way and was groping my chest.
I took her to the bathrooms but the bouncer stopped us from going in together. I told her “well, that would have been fun, c’est la vie”.
We went outside to fool around a bit and when I went to the bar for drinks, two Jamaican dudes came up to me laughing and congratulated me for pulling that shit off and said how hilarious it was to watch what I was doing. I double pointed at a group of girls and got them to come over. I passed them over to the Jamaican dudes and bounced.
I was bored with the other girl and went back inside to dance until the place turned the lights on at 530am.
I got back on the bike and pondered riding to the beach again but decided not too.
When I got back to the den, the two crazy guys started howling when they saw me all painted up. Crazy #2 was visibly shaken and put his head under his blanket.
I stepped in the shower, watched the black water stream down the drain, and crawled into bed and read until I slept.
Stay tuned for part 4: getting hit by a car, eyeliner, and conclusion.
This was a sampling of the type of nights you will hear about in Go Forth. Buy it and hear about some wild times in Mexico.
Montreal was a bit more tame, but the girl involved was something special: Montreal, Je t’aime.
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