William Bowers' Hunter S. Thompson-esque Journal of the Paradise Lost Tour is a Really, Really Fun Read

“My poor adopted state takes so much guff. Some people cling to an ‘idea of Florida,’ that our sidewalks are split between befuddled senior citizens and topless Spring Breakers, that we all wake in the morn, do body shots off each other, feed a tourist to our pet alligators, swing by the painkiller clinic to pick up our groceries, and then ride the public airboat system to our jobs in the thong district.”