Jodie had to take care of some stuff, so I dropped her off and went all the way to Keith’s house – he is my whiz-kid, Philly friend who had made a killing on Wall Street before retiring in his early 40s a short time ago to buy a big house in Negril up near Banton’s past Moondance Villas. Keith was in a great mood, as always, having just a returned from a two-day siesta at the Ritz Carlton in Montego Bay with one of his many mix-n-match girlfriend. He always has a spliff in his mouth and is usually dealing with something pseudo dramatic, so he is a really fun guy to hang out with.

He has built a thatch-roof palapa on his property, and the place is really coming together with the help of his live-in assistant, known simply as Rasta.

Now I was really starting to feel at home as we burned spliffs under the palapa – there’s something extra special about Negril because it’s the only vacation spot where I know a bunch of peeps, so it’s almost like a second home for me.