Meet LeRoy the Rasta

He joined us out of nowhere one night. We were having dinner at the Jamaican Tamboo (J.T.) on the seven-mile, famous for their homemade pizza pies. Not an ordinary pie either, but a very special one - a lobster pizza. Man, nothing quite like it.

LeRoy di Rasta

Lobster pie

So with @conradsuperb and his best friend, Scuba Steve. Out of nowhere, here comes LeRoy walking the beach. He walks up the steps to J.T. and joins at the table. Just to chill. No special reason. He just wanted to talk. He was a bit blasted at this point from all the Magnums he had drank that night.

We ate, we talked, we vibed. LeRoy was another bubbling character and Jamaican personality. I stepped aside for a minute to ask for the bill, then headed next door to the Bourbon Beach (B.B.), and got a couple more Magnums for a cheap price. Jamaica Tamboo was conveniently located right close to the B.B.

I came back and gave the Magnums to LeRoy. That really got him going. A tourist buying him a drink (two actually). Now he was literally glowing at this point.

LeRoy had some long natty dreadlocks and he joined us for dinner. I leave you with the most perfect song that fits this irie story, Guess Who's Coming to Dinner by Black Uhuru.

Check out those natty dreadlocks! Guess Who's Coming to Dinner - it's Le-Roy

Enjoy & Always Respect,

S-Irie1