My little cousin called me up, thank god for him, I was In Miami already because this nigger loves hanging out with his uncle. Shit we we’re both looking to get into summin tonight but wanted to grab a quick bite to eat before we headed over to South Beach Miami. We said fuck it, let’s go check out Chef Cerole and see what them zoe’s got cooking for tonigh. He had the chicken wing’s with rich and brown pea’s and I had the Fried fish with brown rice and brown pea’s. Look like Mr.Cerole ran out of french fry’s and I was some feeling some type of way about that. But all in all, we had a good time chilling off in the back cut getting our grub on. We both got full and hopped back into the ride. Made our way over the bridge, and now we’re now on South Beach spending money like we just don’t care.