Subcomandante Bob once spent six weeks living on a pier on the riverfront in Bradenton, Florida.
The people there were very nice, and often tossed him dollars and quarters, especially when Bob carried one of those white canes with the red tip.
Everyone was wonderful in Bradenton, with the exception of this bouncer at the Holiday Inn-Riverfront, who used to take issue with Bob's tendency to pass out in Dominic's, the lounge at the hotel. Bob is pretty sure the bouncer's name is Gino, and he is going to get a severe beatdown if Bob ever sees Gino again in a sober state.
When he returns to Bradenton, Bob is going to check out Bradenton vacation rentals, rather than sleeping on a pier again.
He hopes that by getting enough sponsored posts like this, he will be able to save up enough to move to someplace warm, like Bradenton.
Or Timbuktu, where Bob hears there are a lot of hot young things and they serve the martinis with freshly-picked olives.