Maxito.

SoFlo. Sarasota. Dry, brown palm trees, stagnant for lack of wind.

It's hot here.

"Kiss me through the phone, kiss me through the phone, I'll see you later on..." - Soulja Boy

If you don't know by now, I have a soundtrack for just about everything. Music is an integral part of, not just my life, but life in general...whether it's the sound of nature, the sound of the city, or a radio bumping the bass out of its windows as it drives by to the tune of...Soulja Boy. :(

My baby-brother, Maxito...he's crazy. Loquito. Pero, es mi hermanito ^_^+ Florida has been...interesting. Spent some time with my mom. Her natural soundtrack is:

Flick. Cigarette ash flies, screaming, past Alysia in the backseat. Thank goodness the window's closed...or maybe, not so much. It's hot. There are old people in the cars beside, behind, and in front. They're courteous, but...I'm afraid.

I can hear her laughing. She's getting porcelain caps soon, so she says. There's no money. Though she scraped a ten together for some McDonald's. We have to eat, don't we?

I feel bad. I mean, woman's a little...interesting. Whines a little, crazy, whatever...but I love her. I might complain, and perhaps I can't stand being around her too often, but I still love her.

We went swimming today at the community pool. Low-income housing and all. My little brother is a fish! He just loves to swim...took a video of him dancing and shaking his little bum, but any video on my phone is too large to send out to my e-mail, or to anyone else for that matter. So, all I have are a few quick pictures. Funny kid.

*muah*