Part rebel, part knight in rusty armor, and every ounce his own man, Meade Breeze is the rugged, reclusive Florida boat bum, with a special talent for attracting sexy women. His skill at handling boats is matched only by his knack for getting into, and out of, one predicament after another.
We’ve been trying to snag an interview with Breeze for a long time, but he stays off the grid. He’s always on the move and a hard man to track down. Now that he’s in police custody, we caught up with him at the Lee County detention center, near Fort Myers, Florida. (Cell C-9)
Interviewer: So where have you been the past few years?
Breeze: All over, man. I’ve to been to hell and back. Heaven too. I’ve cruised the Keys, the Bahamas, Turks and Caicos, Dominican Republic and the Virgin Islands. I just got back from the Chesapeake Bay not too long ago. I get around.
Interviewer: I understand there have been some pretty ladies in and out of your life?
Breeze: I’ve been loving them and leaving them. Never seems to work out for me, but I’ve got no regrets.
Interviewer: What about Joy? She promised to wait for you at the end of Following Breeze
/Breeze: I hope she does, but she’s a free spirit. You never know. There’s something about her that I feel close to. She left a bad life behind and remade herself. She’s out there living free. Her “I don’t give a f*#k” attitude is attractive to me. We could be partners.
Interviewer: So what’s it like being behind bars? That’s got to be tough for you.
Breeze: It’s the worst. If I thought I’d have to stay in here forever, I’d just off myself. Never let them put you in a cage. Freedom is the only thing worth living for.
Interviewer: Do you think you can resolve your legal troubles?
Breeze; I’ve got my lawyer, Mike Savage, working on the embezzlement charges. I think that part will go okay. The IRS is another story. It will probably cost me every dollar I have left to stay out of prison. Of course, then I’ll have to return to Florida and face the pot possession charge. If at any time it looks like it won’t work out, I’ll run. I’d like to clear all this shit up, but I’ll run before they lock me up long term.
Interviewer: What will you do once you’re free, assuming you wiggle out of this mess?
Breeze: I gotta get back to my boat. Last time I saw Leap of Faith, it was riddled with bullet holes. I’ll fix her back up and disappear again. If I have any money left, I’ll go hide in the islands. If not, I guess I’ll go back to growing dope and brewing rum. It’s not such a bad life. Beats the hell out of working a real job.
Interviewer: So, you’ll never return to civil society? You plan to stay outside the real world forever?
Breeze: Damn straight. Once you taste real freedom, you never turn back. I don’t care how poor I am, just leave me alone and let me do what I want with my own life.
Interviewer: That seems to be a recurring theme for you. What is it that makes you disregard what the rest of us would call a normal life?
Breeze: Listen man. I’m ending it with this; You’ve all been sold a bill of goods about your so-called “normal” life. It’s all a lie. You can have your 9 to 5 job, your consumerism, your false media, your all-encompassing government and endless regulations and laws. You’re not free. Your a slave to your job, your mortgage, your car payment . . . what’s it all for? I’ll keep my freedom, thank you. I’ll keep my beach, my ocean, my sunsets and my liberty. My boat and my freedom; that’s all I care about. You can keep the rest.
Read all of Breeze’s adventures in Trawler Trash, and Following Breeze.
Love reading your stories …They could use a bit of proofreading! … But who would notice that but for a retired Court Reporter who is also living on a boat!