Miami, Colada, Sports Cards for Kayson

In a hot place, in Miami, every man has a fervent obsession--in addition to the one they hold burning for their lover--, one that drives them to strange, con vex corners of the map, back al- leys and byways. In Miami this is fueld not by mere high-octane fuel or race-car gas, but by a black gold, a potent saccharine oil far, far more potent: colada colada COLADA YA HEAR?! Take yo- ur Seattle siren sucking starbuc ks water--we don't want it suck- er! We want that fire! Let my boy Kayson tell it- we want F1 sports cards and colada, son, and we'll burn down the house if you don't come quick with 'em!