It's 90 miles from Florida to Cuba. And I don't know if they'd let us in.

But this is what I imagine the boat would look like.

And I like to imagine the pre-revolution Cuba, with sugarcane and casinos.

Maybe they'd give me a gun and say, viva Cuba, and I'd fire it up in the air.

And then you'd laugh and laugh.

Smoke a big cigar.

And find a moped.

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