```json
{
    "title": "Tamiani Trail Synchonicity",
    "url": "https://performancezen.com/2005/03/18/tamiani-trail-synchonicity/",
    "datePublished": "2005-03-18",
    "dateModified": "2022-05-11",
    "language": "en-US",
    "description": "I cashed in the last of my Triple B bondsBought a double-wide on the Tamiani TrailI parked it right outside the reservationFifteen minutes from the Collier County JailAnd the SEC…",
    "author": "spierzchala",
    "publisher": "Performance Zen"
}
```

# Tamiani Trail Synchonicity

> I cashed in the last of my Triple B bonds
> Bought a double-wide on the Tamiani Trail
> I parked it right outside the reservation
> Fifteen minutes from the Collier County Jail
> And the SEC is far behind
> Down in the swamp with the gators and flamingos
> A long way from Liechtenstein
> I'm a junk bond king playing Seminole Bingo
> Well, the SEC is far behind
> Down in the swamp with the gators and flamingos
> A long way from Liechtenstein
> I'm a junk bond king playing Seminole Bingo
> Seminole Bingo
>
> Warren Zevon

I was listening to this song while reading [this](http://blogs.harvard.edu/dowbrigade/2005/03/18/cruising-for-a-bates-motel/).

You don't often have a synchronistic experience involving the Tamiani Trail. And after reading the post, and listening to the song, I can almost feel the swamp surrounding me as I wade through the primeval much searching for my lost dabber, absorbing the desperate failure in the eyes of the bingo zombies and other refugees and outcasts from the *Great Society*.