Dear Orlando…
Dear Orlando:
Finally, I’ve reached you after how many years apart? You were once an object of fantasy- an unobtainable tease that left me wanting. I was such a young girl then, let’s be fair. So now that I am a full fledged woman, what do my eyes see with eyes sharpened by wisdom, a heart less naive? You are flashy, dear Orlando. Flashy beyond your swampy roots. Once I valued how hot you were; nights with you were steamy and free… your tropical ways were a delight. Now? The truth is you are chilly dear Orlando… chilly because most of us never get to feel the real you. That’s right, us. I know there were others. Many. And this distance is your fault too. Why have you constructed so many barriers around yourself? You have us peer from concrete pillars, high, encased and removed from the warm depths of your heart. How could I have been tricked by your majesty as a young girl? The Magical Kingdom promises, the role playing characters you liked to play, like the Mad Hatter with a trick of cards up his sleave. And did you ever make the journey to visit me? No! It was always about you- sending messages through your goofy friends like that short chap Donald. Dear Orlando, I think you might be played out. I’ve said it. The magic is over, I don’t want to wish upon your star. And with me gone from your life, with my absence, how quickly will you see how wrong you were, how vast the planet is without me, and that really it isn’t such a small world after all.
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Well Nova, I didn’t want to burst your bubble before you went but I had a sneaken suspicion that you would discover this on your own.
Orlando, you are trashy but overpriced. Your streets are filled with chain restaurant after chain restaurant which this nation loves. In fact all nations do because people visit from far to this train wreck of a town. You have no culture to offer you are riding on the coat tails of Mickey who could revive himself by getting with the times but Walt is too old and outta touch. Wait, he isn’t alive is he? All due respect.
#1 Who gives a damn about Mickey anymore. #2 Who has ever see that son of a bitch? That’s right I called him out. When I was 10 I was so confused as to why I didn’t see him that I faked my own Mickey autograph to save face later. I had a damn autograph book!
Orlando, your amusement parks are full of people stuffing their faces, out of style Jean shorts & dirty white sneakers. The sneakers are either Sketchers, Brooks, Reebox or Avia. If they are Nike, they are clunky cross trainers. (Yea, I’m a Nike snob) People still sport mini backpacks and fanny packs. WHY?!
If I didn’t have a new god son there, Orlando you would be on my personal zagat “NEVER AGAIN” list.
Lastly, Orlando your pseudo nightlife blows too.
Damn, you nailed it… I saw all the details you just laid out.
And about Mickey too! I couldn’t find him! Only Donald. What the heck is that? It’s Disney World, damn it.
PS- rolling with the Mickey autograph story.