Hemingway’s cats have six toes
For some fucking reason, the people who live in Key West have decided that it was a good idea to let roosters and chickens roam freely and procreate all over the town. All day long you hear cocks crowing. At 4 am there is cock a doodle doo! Shut the fuck up already! It’s as hot here and humid too It will be good to leave. I’d go insane if I had to live here. All that being said it’s not the worst place I’ve been to. What can I say? Traveling is exhausting. Nobody had a gun to my head so I can’t complain really.
Tomorrow should be better. No roosters for a start. I’ve got a headache which isn’t helping. There is a rather large swimming pool here which is quite relaxing to sit around. At four o’clock they bring out snacks. Usually churros or funnel churros which are essentially the same thing. This morning I visited the Hemingway House, the former home of the famed writer. I don’t really know much about Ernest and his exploits. People imagine I’m a literate fellow but I’m not really.
Truth be known I’m more of a barbarian. I’m so tired I don’t feel like doing anything. I don’t want to write anymore right now. Fast forward a couple of days and I’m at Cocoa Beach. There is a rocket launch planned for Friday. This was not on my agenda at all. When I was looking at being here there was nothing going on, so this is unexpected. I’ll take pictures if there’s anything worth seeing. Until then.
Good Day.