Got up with an intense hangover, go figure from a random Florida resort. Thanks Clearwater, your vodka wasnt that clear. I dragged (drug? sp?) my cousin with me to St. Petersburg to see Dali on these intense hangovers. Where I was impressed by the amazing collection, I felt that the museum didnt really live up to what I imagine Dali would like. It seemed way to clean, orderly, boxed in, and elderly Florida for his crazy fascinations. I only say this because I have been to his house and museum in Spain twice! and it is a nutter butter of stuff everywhere and this one just was to clean. Still, one of the most amazing artists to ever live (still think he sold his soul to the devil, he produced so much in his life, and think he did most of it himself (most artists have others to paint their shit for them once they are famous)). Afterwards we cruised through Tampa which was awful because the Republican Primary conventions was going on, sorry, barf barf barf. And hungover still, barf. I dropped Brett off and tried to make it north to see mermaids swimming but the traffic was out of control on the small little towns of west Florida so I instead met up with good friend Jessie and her three adorable children for ice cream and interviewed them on America! Awesome. Saw another beautiful sunset as I was driving away East towards Daytona beach and my friend Laceys McCloughlins place. Got there are 8 and joined their trivia night at the beach bar. Came home and crashed soon after, tomorrow I have to upload most everything shot in Florida! And at some point I need to get out of this incredibly beautiful, diverse, and weird state! photamerica out!