Geo Hand: That Time When a Drug Dealer Killed a Navy SEAL in Miami
In the sweltering Key West sun, Big Jim’s sloop swayed lazily in the marina, a testament to his carefree, albeit solitary, existence, while the thunderous laughter of Pee-Pee Jack’s brood echoed like a boisterous symphony, painting a vivid portrait of life’s unpredictable rhythms and bonds formed in the most unexpected of crucibles.