Good-bye again, Paradise
Well. I've been talking to my sister again. She still lives in Miami. She was still with the same guy as she'd been with when I left in 1999, and they'd gotten married a few years ago. She seemed to have turned her life around somewhat--she had stopped drinking and doing drugs, was taking care of her health, etc. She wasn't working, they live in a cruddy studio in a cruddy apartment building in a cruddy area near Little Havana, which considering their income (apparently the husband works as a security guard and does the same as a second job, she seems to think he has lots of money but I doubt it) they are lucky to have. Unlike as it turns out the rest of the people in their building they were paying their rent, so they weren't thrown out in the recent eviction frenzy. But, that situation seems to have caused her to fall off the wagon. One of her sleazy neighbors plied her with wine and beer, she was inviting these losers into their tiny home "because they had...