still under my skin

Something’s still bothering me from my visit to South Beach last week: Gianni Versace — not the fact that he lived in South Beach, but that he died there. Not even that… simply, the after effects.

It’s been almost ten years, folks. Must we hang out there, dear tourists, and have the locals snap pictures of us standing on the very steps that he bled out upon?

The rest of South Beach I can take. I can’t take the ghouls.

One thought on “still under my skin

  1. Last time I was in South Beach I saw the same thing. It really creeped me out with all those people getting in the way of my photo-op.

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