Visiting VJ

Okay, so I'm sitting here in "Coconut Grove," Miami and it looks like Cuba is a no-go. VJ doesn't really want me here and I completely understand, but still... it sucks to no end that I have to go home. And besides that, I am dying of vice (Miami Vice?). I should mean "for." Not "of," but "for," you know what I mean?

VJ is in the bathroom now and well, on that other subject, I am beginning to wonder if it all sounds stupid. And can I really keep that here forever? Just saw Ever After with Drew Barrymore. And Celine Dion is blaring here.

That was some scene on Friday when I ran away and broke my promise to myself on the payphone... And even more, to see the same blinking faces and through the bars that blurred them too... I've never asked for spinach pie that way before. But it is all a signal, all an omen... A house of cards can't stand tall forever...

And the way that VJ says she's depressed scares me... How much is true? How much should I worry? Or tell? No.