Miami is located in the East Peninsula. You can see peculiar lights at nights from the Dadeland neighborhood. The first day I came in the area I took 826S but I missed the exit or the exit was missing. It felt like I was in an alien land even though I had been around the area before. Luckily, I joined the Turpike highway and found the exit. 927 S would have landed me the same exit. Or is the 927 S also the Turpike. I saw cars flying on that day on my way from motel 6. I felt I could finally take a warm shower and lift my legs up. I had to pay for this kind of service, but it was worth it. What normally happens after along strive; on arriving the next worthwhile hotel I and my whole-self landed in the shower. There I got baptized by water, holy warm water. I stayed at the Hilton hotel at the Dadeland mall for a period of one month. It became my silent home. I did not know anyone here. My Lamborghini was due for return, but I held unto it. I was advised the deal was done and that I needed to wait for the title deed. Things did not look right when I decided to drive it to Denver.

One fine Friday I asked my baby to reach the legion of Angels to see why help from heaven had not arrived. He was greeted by hostile demons who said they were guarding the windows of heaven where manna was located. They said they were not expecting him, and he could not be put through. I would be under the butcher’s slicing knife if I reached God for divine help that Night. Then came the chilling text that said I had stolen a car, and I needed to report to the station. I lost a whole minute of my fleeting breath. After I came to realization, I asked the owner if I could get seventy-two hours to make further arrangements. He gently and absent mindedly rejected my plea for help. I spent the whole of the next day trying to find a replacement car. At one point I was directed to a dirty ally, but the pictures online looked patriotic.