First you have to understand that I grew up in South Florida, born in NYC/Long Island but grew up from 4th grade to high school and a few years in South Florida before moving to my roots, New York City/New Jersey area.
Miami Vice. Yes the television show! The best. Real in many aspects of the life in South Florida so many were living without realizing it and on the other hand, those coming to make the huge bucks from and in the drug trade. It was South Florida, it was Miami Vice, the real life Miami Vice.
Just look at the comments under the Miami Vice videos posted all over YouTube.Com. Here are a few to help those oblivious to it all, what it was all about. And for those of you that have no idea of this song, John Parr and his style and longevity to this very day!:
“The episode that featured this song was an epic show. It was more like watching a movie and the first two seasons were the best of the lot. Miami Vice was my favorite show back in the day (still love watching these old eps). God I loved living in Miami in the 1980's. Although it was a very dangerous time to be in Miami with the drug wars and all, it was an exciting time to be alive and I loved every minute of it. Miami Vice forever
“This is great music….. Just loved the show, never missed it, love the colours and fashions of the 80's, awesome style…. Nothing like it today, sadly….. Don Johnson and Plillip Michael Thomas worked well together…. The show set the bench mark for other to follow…… Thanks for putting it out there, fantastic job.”
“The 80s great movies, great series, excellent music ... just magical ..”
“I was born in 91. I got here right as the party ended. I wish I was born earlier to actually experience the 80s... seems like I missed one hell of a decade.”
“No mobile phones, no Internet, no computers... but a lot of fun!”
“What most people either don't know or don't remember is, Miami Vice actually premiered THREE times. My Dad died Dec.2nd,1984 and we saw the pilot episode all 3 times.The 1980's were the most magical times (at least in American history) because everything was looking up, even when things were "bad", they were still better than before or since. On Fridays, the streets and EVERYWHERE became empty about 8pm because people were home watching Miami Vice, after the show was over the "world" came alive again and there isn't a single show now or since with that kind of impact.”
“what about south beach today? only ghetto people with just money to pay the hotel room and no left to drink or going out , staying 10 people in the same room and just stepping out to take a selfish to show his friends they were in miami beach, that's it. you don't see celebrities or high class people around not even once a year.. the good times stayed in the 80s forever.”
Now you have to understand one song from the series Miami Vice. M.V. made so many things famous, I kid you not! The pastel colors, clothes, style of wearing clothes, cars, music, oh lord—so many things became ever so popular or an instant success for numerous reasons from that one show! The song I am referring to is: ‘Naughty Naughty’, by John Parr! Hands down—take it to the bank!! 1,000,000%! To this very day with other people I know from the Miami Vice ear and especially from South Florida, we will break out into the song, full lyrics and moves and all. Kid you not. Things meant something back then and we carried them over, that is why. So it is a tad bit more than just a cool song or for an unknown reason. I got out of high school and thought cops were so cool and so respected, I became one. I quickly made my way into narcotics and it was the end of the 70’s, there was no shortage of drugs, corruption, violence, murder, international everything in South Florida, etc., etc., and so on. It is because a buddy and I went through something and things together, for one example something like being at Opa Locka Airport for 3 days in a car watching 3 semi-tractor trailers fill of pure uncut cocaine waiting to be picked up, that’s why. Then we used to have a girl named, ‘Carla’ who was a ‘Gina’ look alike—only better from the Miami Vice TV show on our squad. And she was bad, a bad behind-foul mouth-pull a 357 magnum and shove it into your face while she made you recite your rights while she was slapping handcuffs on you. Carla was past cool if you truly are trying to picture her. But it was her and she was living it with the rest of us, that’s all. Her clothes were always too tight, showing her underwear outline with little left to the imagination and she was always there when anything was happening, just about anywhere in Dade County, Florida.
Long long story short. My buddy and I used to play the song by John Parr, ‘Naughty Naughty’ and always make reference to it for Carla, always. That stayed with us over the years. Like I said, fast forward to 2018, last night at the casino. My buddy and I were at the midi baccarat table and we started the shoe and we got into it.
So last night in the casino. We bought in and none of the regular players were there. Probably the huge snow storm we just got a day ago. The location of this casino is out in the middle of nowhere in our state. Everyone comes from about 2 hours away basically. Especially the Asian players, the regular baccarat players. Plus, next weekend is Asian new Year, the 16th and the 17th and they have a famous SE Asian Vietnamese and Chinese show coming in from the west coast, so we are into the shoe. Back and forth, win a few and lose a few. Nothing happening. Nothing.
Everything we are doing we seem to be a beat off. We need a 7 for out Fortune 7 $50.00 wager to produce $2,000.00 for each of us and of course an 8 comes out. Or, we need an 3 to get our 200 to 1 wager we both have $25.00 on each and a 2 comes out, for the three card 9 on one side versus the 3 card 8 on the other side! We are about 45 minutes into playing and it almost feels like work. I turn to my buddy and ask him if he is even, he does a quick count. Tells me he is $75.00 ahead of his buy in. I do my count and tell him I am $50.00 under mine and our gas and time coming out. We turn to each other and tell the dealer, ‘this sucks, no fun’. The dealer shrugs his shoulders and says, ‘hey-can’t always have those rock N roll games we all love’.
I get up, go to the self-serve beverage counter and get myself a Pepsi. Walk back and my buddy is stretching, standing up. I tell him, let’s cut out and head over to the town 15 miles down the road—get a bit, catch a movie and we will drive on back home (which is about 90 miles away). For some reason he brings up Opa Locka Airport, an airport that is in Dade County, Florida where drugs used to come into from South American and the Islands south of Florida back in the days like cars going through a car wash after the bad weather! He asks me; ‘Hey you remember all the time we used to sit and watch and wait at Opa Locka Airport for the bad guys?’, and I tell him that I sure do. He brings up Carla and how he used to have the biggest crush on her and always asked her out but she would never go. Him and about 50 other guys on Metro Dade County as well. We laughed, then the dealers changed and one of the cute female dealers came in. She goes, ‘you guys ready to play and win some money?’ I told her we were about ready to leave and call it a night, it was stalled and no one was around. She goes all we need for a party is right here, me-you and your buddy. She gets her hand on the shoe and she is kind of feeling up the shoe, she goes—feels warm actually—what the heck? She is one of the coolest dealers there and knows how to handle a table, she has that style and wit to herself. I throw up a few hundred on the Banker and my buddy looks at me and says, really—you feel it? I told him I did earlier but we were off, not by much but we were off each time for anything to happen. I told my buddy, it’s there—really it is there. He followed me and throw up about the same as me on his Banker side. She throws us the cards and she flips over a 7 for the Players. I flip a 6 and I peel back a one liner. Said, ‘we can’t lose’ and I slammed down a 2. About that time my buddy breaks out into a John Parr rendition of ‘Naughty Naughty’. And he does it pretty damn good!
I stack my win and I have a $600.00 wager and I throw up $50.00 on a Fortune 7 side wager. My buddy follows me, stacking up his wager, sliding it over next to mine and making sure it is the exact same. Oh lord, such memories of doing that same thing years ago in the H. L. rooms in Vegas! Anyways, she flips over a 9 on top of an unknown card for the players and goes to slide the 9 over and I told her to wait. I have the 2 cards for the Bankers side and I am working with a 4 line card and a 1 line card. I got a total of a 2 from a 9 and a 3. She slides her 9 over and there is a 7 underneath it. She slides a card out of the shoe and to me. I take it and turn it sideways and yes, it is a 2 line card, a 4 or a 5. We need that 5 for the Fortune 7, $2,000.00 win each. My buddy gets up and continues his ‘Naughty Naughty’ song. I want this F-7 win, I can feel it. My buddy turns to me and tells me, ‘don’t mess it up’. He outright breaks out and starts singing, ‘Let my fingers do the walking, there ain’t far to go, naughty naughty, loud and bawdy, t-t-t-t-t-t tease me—go ahead Glen and tease me’. The dealer breaks out in a laugh big time. Now people are coming by and this girl sits down and another guy. They both have a small stack of red chips, it is a $10.00 minimum table. My buddy is singing, ‘hug and squeeze me, do you wanna see a grown man cry, naughty naughty, take it easy, hug and squeeze that card, make it a 5 not a 4’. I take the pen next to me and I stab the card right in the middle, and it is face down on the table. The ink cartridge sticks in the card and the plastic housing from the pen shoots off into the air and away. The floor person is shaking his head, same stuff different night. He wants to say something but he doesn’t. We each had a red chip up for the dealer on the Fortune 7 wager as well and at this casino the dealers keep their own tips. She knows us pretty well. She is like, ‘can we flip the card over now’. My buddy and I break out into the song, ‘You don’t want to be a girl like that, a naughty—naughty—naughty girl, kiss me hard, squeeze me tight, loud and bawdy. You don’t want to be a girl like that’. I slide the card to her with the ink cartridge still stuck in the dead center of the card and she flips it over and exposes the 5. Fortune time!
We get the $2,000.00 pay outs each and the dealer drops her $410.00 tip. Now the girl and the guy that just sat down are like, player time and they throw up a $10.00 wager each on player and $5.00 each on Panda 8 side wagers. We both increase our Banker wagers a bit by another hundred or so and let the Fortune 7 wagers ride of course. Players cards are handled by the girl and she takes like about a full 30 seconds to peel and bend them and she returns a blackjack. My old beef with midi/Macua style is a monkey with its four black lines bordering all side and a 1 line card, you immediately know about what you have. Just goes to show their new exposure to the game and their non-understanding of what the value of the cards could be. Like when someone turns a monkey a couple different ways and peels it back, it won’t change! Seriously WTF? Anyways, she throws the blackjack in and my buddy grabs the cards from me and I know what he wants to do, he wants to get into a pissing match about peeling and bending the cards. I know it. And that is exactly what he does. He turns and peels them both, every single side. He makes a big issue over them and he has a 10 pip card and a monkey. He turned and peeled each one on all four of its sides and then throws them in. Says; ‘Oh I thought I had a natural 9 but that 10 pip card I just couldn’t get rid of that extra dot in the middle’.
The dealer slides a card to the girl and she flips a monkey over. My buddy is like ecstatic but I am a bit cautious, remembering how easy it is to get a monkey and if I only had a few bucks for all the times I got beat 1 or 2 to zip. I saw my buddy turning over a monkey and us losing and the know-it-all new faces at the table winning their $10.00 wagers. The dealer read my face and my actions to a ‘T’. My buddy grabs the Bankers card and he peeks. Tells me, don’t worry. Slams down a 6 and then we high five. The girl and the guy does it again, throws up another $10.00 wager on the Players side and a couple of side wagers on the bad beats, etc. This time we lose the Banker and the 2 people won their $10.00 wagers. I truly care nothing about the size of the bets people make, but do believe in player class and etiquette, which these two people were truly lacking.
We get about 10 hands down the road and whatever we wager on the two people wager against us. 100% no one can change a game but the aura is slipping and the mood is changing fast. My buddy throws down a table max wager on the Players side and of course the two people wager on the Bankers side. So my buddy slides his wager up to the Bankers side and stares at the girl. She doesn’t know what to do. I look at the dealer and tell her; ‘You should have seen this guy back when we were both on Metro Dade back in the early 80’s, never a dull moment’. She says, “I bet’. My buddy says to the girl; ‘If you want to handle the cards, go ahead I will give them to you okay’. She doesn’t know what to say. She pulls her wager down and sits back. My buddy is like; ‘Let’s play’. Of course we lost the hand. I wagered along with my buddy, not table max but at least $500.00. I turned to my buddy and I said, let’s go, time to leave. We cashed out, still up and although we seriously could have got something going, I knew better and that is why I insisted on leaving. The dealer wanted us to stay but the aura was bad.
Oh well, that’s baccarat. Sometimes it is not the cards and the people.