The Chamber of Commerce would like you to believe it’s all South Beach; Beautiful people on location for a modeling shoot… Pristine beaches and blue water… Restored hotels and nightclubs where the rich and famous rub elbows… Cruise ships floating by, carrying happy, shiny people off to an exotic destination… Shops full of everything you might want but don’t have the money to buy…

They’ve done a damned good PR job and maybe that really IS what the SOBE area has evolved into, but not the rest of south Florida. It’s largely a microcosym of a hundred different faiths, traditions, races. A soup of humanity squished so tightly onto a peninsula that it gobbles up the natural resources… and each other.

I’ve never lived in a place that stunned me so completely in so many ways. In one respect the scenery can convince me that I live in paradise, while the populace seeks every way possible to refute what my eyes tell me. I’ve never lived in a place where people seek to harm each other to such a degree, and with such frequency.

Today’s - or this hour’s - case in point:

A 9-month-old boy died this morning after his father threw him into a Delray Beach canal during a domestic dispute.

While part of my brain bucks and tries to resist this message, thinking ‘how does a fight with the other half degenerate into taking a baby and throwing him into a canal - whether he’s yours or not?’ … the other half is not at all surprised by this news and braces for the next round this afternoon.

Maybe that’s why I don’t watch the news anymore. It’s scary shit, people. The dark underbelly is coming up for air, and this isn’t South Beach. This is real. Or maybe I’m becoming paranoid.

[Sorry, tourist people. Do not be afraid. I'm sure what happened to David Copperfield in West Palm yesterday will not happen to you, too. Uh huh.]