One night after a nascar race at homestead, we drove back to the hotel in miami, then hit the strip clubs via the train.... One part of town had clubs at every stop, 4 stops later and alot of money were wasted...Back to the platform waiting for the train, crashed out on the bench, woke up by a cop telling us, out of here, no more trains...Stumbled to the street drunk and lost, found a payphone, looked thru the yellow pages for a taxi, In my inebrieted condition, I couldnt read it, handed the book to my buddy, he couldnt read it.... Spanish yellow pages