"I always opted for the people who lived a sad life confidently." Some way or another, it all comes back to Florida, or at least that’s how it goes here at America’s favorite vibes-based newsletter. Whether it’s Spring Breakers, Jimmy Buffett, Thomas McGuane’s berserko Key West masterpiece Panama, or the smoking section of the Tampa International Airport, there’s something potent in the Sunshine State’s manic tropical depravity, a humid microcosm of American psychosis.