Castries, Saint Lucia
Weed brings people together—even if you’re not smoking it.
Let me explain.
My entire exchange with these gentlemen started with an effort to sell me a joint. I’m not smoking at the moment—because I can’t (I’m fine with that). What I can do is drink though. So, I hung out in Castries today, at a hole in the wall bar, and sewed some yarns.
I told these guys about running away from home when I was eight years old, or the time my friend Josh flipped a Bronco II while I was in high school, and survived the accident.
Truth be told: we all told some stories. It was a good time. They referred to the area as the ghetto. Perhaps it is. Perhaps it’s the richest place on Earth—a beautiful local, full of beautiful people, and it is definitely a matter of approaching with love and respect, an open heart, and a open mind—and maybe an appetite to drink a few gin and sodas and tell a few jokes.
Whatever the opinion: I never felt out of place, and that says something, even if it’s just to my heart of hearts. I’ll be back—and I’ll bring friends. That’s what one does when the vibe is good.
I just finished writing this, and it’s 4:20. Ha!
WHO IS MIKE VITALE?
I am a storyteller, songwriter, singer, music producer, traveling musician, Jungian dream analyst, all-around curious fellow (Spiritual, Mathematical Historical, Scientific), Taoist, and much much more, based out of Los Angeles, California. I’m constantly releasing new music, in all sorts of different genres. You can listen to me below, on Spotify: