This is what happens when you stay in Florida too long, and keep travelling south instead of getting the f*** out when you can.
It starts with one of your friends going missing. He just, wanders off while you're out getting drunk one night. 6 years later, you'll see him on the news, naked, high on bath salts and running down the expressway yelling at drivers.
Then a few days later, another friend goes missing when he takes a sketchy dude up on an offer to explore the Everglades on his homemade air boat that was really just a skifff with a large box fan taped to the back. Neither are ever seen again.
A third friend is still with the group, but had gone off on a solo adventure one night. When he returns 3 days later, he is missing a tooth, wearing a gas station t-shirt, is acting real sketchy, and looking surprisingly gaunt. You find him talking to himself, saying things like "s-s-shut up, they'll hear you. No. I told you, this will be easy" and "I can feel the electricity run through my body Cameron". There's no one in your group named Cameron.
Florida has a way of rooting out the weakest amongst you, finding new and unique ways to suck you into it's drug fueled vortex of misery and sadness.
Don't let it.
Say no to Florida.