My Island of Misfit Toys

Misfit:(msft, ms-ft)  One who is unable to adjust to one's environment or circumstances or is considered to be different from others.

Welcome to my island of misfit toys. Things are kind of different here, everyone marches to their own beat, there are souls floating above us all that we sometimes capture in our personalities if only for a few minutes.This is a joyous place if you take it all in for what it is.

The vibe of my island home is one like no other, the heartbeat of island life is either 3 beats forward or 10 beats back depending on the splendor of the sunset. Sometimes it feels like my island is as busy as Times Square, trains, trolleys and taxis congest the streets with knowledge thirsty tourists that still think we drive down from Miami everyday to work as they only see our historic downtown and not our sleepy residential neighborhoods filled with a melting pot of residents. Other times it is ours, a place where the locals frolic and bask in the silence of the tumbleweeds rolling down Duval Street. We live like we are kings on a servants budget who have a variety of jesters at their beck and call. 

On any given night you can enjoy a jester that tells jokes for a dollar, "what do you call a fly with no wings.....A WALK"! Then there is the man with the cats who fly, who dazzles you with his french accent and an occasional "WOOHOO". We have the one who conjurers spirits, his name is Sloan he tells tales of lovers and and others who've been wronged. Their spirits haunt the bars and old dance halls and on any given night you'll learn about Robert the Doll. There are the minstrels that fill the air full of light by playing sweet songs as we dance through the night. Then there are the ladies in drag that will stop traffic but you better not dare call them a fag, As we are a peaceful island who embraces everyone as their own. It's place where you can be you and realize you're home. (a little prose)

To say we are misfits is an accurate description. We are all here because we're not all there is a slogan often said and it's true. Everyone was someone else and had a different life on the mainland. One day cancer research doctor, POOF in Key West dinner boat chef/captain, One day lawyer, POOF in Key West you are now a bartender. You never know who is sitting next to you at the bar in the straw hat, ragged shirt and flip flops. He may be a millionaire, he may own the bar or he may be a treasure seeker with his sights on the prize. But the reality is you have never fit in anywhere like you fit in here.

No recipe with this one, it is an old draft I decided to finish tonight