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As it got later, I stopped at a Starbucks in a new shopping mall in Destin for a cappuccino, and then headed on to Fort Walton Beach where I met my homeboy Florida J at a hip-hop club downtown called Barley’s. The club was fairly crowded when I arrived, and eventually some local groups were performing on stage. But faced with a long drive back to Memphis the next day, I headed back to the room in Sandestin.