Miami Vice: A Bloody Good Time

I had the pleasure of spending part of my week in good ol' Miami. My friends and I were out enjoying the nightlife on Monday night and by 2 am our feet were killing us! We decided it was time to take our heels off while walking down the street. A guy noticed our bare feet and yelled, "I wouldn't walk around barefoot here! These streets are dirty!"

Right after he said that we noticed a man's body sprawled out in the middle of the sidewalk. I excitedly took a photo and we began laughing as we walked around him. I took a closer look at the picture and noticed there was blood around his head.

"Hey girls, I think this guy is hurt!" I said. They all gathered around and freaked when they saw the photo close-up.

We looked up and two police cars sped towards the curb and parked near the body.

"Great, they must be going over to help him," I said. We watched as the two officers walked past the body on the ground and entered a pizza shop.

"Nubia, you have to tell those officers to look at that guy!" said Kate.

At this point, I thought it was my duty to do this--maybe it was from all the mojitos. So I walked into the pizza shop and approached the lazy police officers who were sitting down. I'm sure I looked crazy--at this point my hair was falling out of my once-cute braided ponytail, my mascara was running all over my face because my drink spilled on my head (on accident) earlier, and my bangs were matted down to my forehead--I was a hot mess.

"Hey, there is a man out on the sidewalk and I think he needs help," I said to them quickly.

"Oh, he probably lives there!" said officer #1 and laughed.

"No! I don't think he lives there! I think he's dead!" I said rather loudly.

That definitely got their attention. They followed me outside and I pointed to the victim and then scurried away to my friends. We watched as the officers kicked the body to see if he was alive. It looked like the guy moved his arm a little bit but it might have been from the officer's probing foot.

After my girlfriends and I decided it was time to return to the hotel, I put my shoes back on. I guess that guy from earlier was right. Miami is dirty--it's full of sidewalk-dwellers, pizza-eating policemen who avoid work, and abandoned dead bodies.