Have you ever stumbled across a book of matches in a parking lot? The kind with little pictures of palm trees and tropical birds on them?
At the very bottom, printed under a name taken straight out of a Jimmy Buffet song, are the words WEST PALM BEACH, FLORIDA.
That's where I've spent the last 16 years of my life - In America's largest dive bar. The end of the line for all drunks, drifters and vagabonds. The final resting place for all wandering spirits.
I'm doomed to compete in The Insomniac Olympics. Destined to spend my nights wasting away while those around me sleep peacefully.
My name is deathfromabove1979 and I am the pulse. Even though my path is plagued with pitfalls, my heart will always belong to West Palm Beach.
Friends is friends and this is business.