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I lived in Clearwater. And St. Pete. I got my captain's license there, working on the Belle of St. Petersburg. Roller skated up and down the Pier in blue suede skates (not inline). Helped out on the Bounty. I miss some of it - beaching the Belle on Egmont Key on Sundays. The storms. St. Pete is where I wrapped my 1972 Dodge Challenger with the Chrysler 318 around a Bank of Florida building. Haven't been back in 100 years.

This story (not mine, yours) is fucking gold. Just amazing. I say this with no hyperbole whatsoever: this is the best thing I've read on substack - full stop.

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Whoa! Mike, that's high praise from you! Thank you so much. And also that's NUTS that you lived in the ol Pinellas. And captain's license and all the rest. Especially the blue suede skates. Oh I used to skate at Super Skate off Hercules. I still can't believe parents dropped their kids off there, such a pile of debauchery. And some skating. That car wreck of yours. Hayzeus Creesto. I had a 72 Olds Cutlass. I still think about that car. I loved old St Pete. I can't sorta get into now and even have a friend who still lives there who sells overpriced condos for Sotheby's and he even moved over to Largo. Largo! Imagine that being the bastion of good sense. Thanks for reading and commenting as always! :-) What a small world.

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