preparation:

we have reached the twelve hour countdown, minus forty minutes or so.

in my hand is negra modelo, and this is a beer I fisrt experienced
mixed with tequila at a mexican restaruant in the city across from
the mueseum where the dragon skeletons linger and the old men
with their beards are in glass cases and walk naked hand in hand.

it was probably the worst drink i've ever had. it wasprobably the best
meal i have ever had with th ebest company, the most beautiful woman

mexico has become puerto rico and the bus leaves tomorrow;
we hit the plane; we hit the tarmac; we hit the clouds; we hit
the jungle.

typhoid and dengu fever

company.

channeling hunter s. thompson by doing rumshots.