Reckless Abandon

Ahh Yesterday, I drove on a dirtbike through cartel country to a hidden beach break to surf. “Las Naranjas” No helmet, flip flops and just Wash my Hands Shorty blasting through my wired headphones. Ocean to the right with endless palm trees, avocado farms to the left, further in the distance these brown mountains overlooking it all. Arrive, surf, semi drown. Just me out there on the water and a distant wedding on the beach. Thought briefly “hey man maybe this is enough it is beautiful you should be happy and just relax” Nope!

Drive way back with Medicine by Momma. 5th gear, maxing it out, occasional chant of ecstasy. I know what path I am taking it and it leads to the an early void. Go to an endless pasta place to refuel back in the main spot and meet an older american woman who starts flirting with me a little, free shots of mezcal from the Belgian owner. Well here goes the impressive 7 day sobriety. I am trying to cut back on drinking but the environment does not match the desire to put it lightly. Time to drive home and shower and meet up with her tentatively later. this does not happen

I arrive at the coliving apartment. People from every nationality are drinking playing bizarre games when I arrive. Brazilian girls with this inherent confidence I cannot understand, twerking on the tables in bikinis with cartoonish asses. Both hetero and homosexual encounters to be seen due to the aforementioned drinking games. Time for clubs.

Leave for the clubs with the French, Brazilians, and Chinese. “ay guey quieres perrico?” Si dame. Mezcal, house music with highlights of Beltran, and cocaine. Yep here we go. Snort, sniffle, moreee. No time for introspection right? Run into these gay dudes I led on the last weekend grabbing their dicks asking for a threesome. I am not gay btw I just thought it was funny. Leave the clubs, come back to the coliving space. Professional muay thai fighters here drinking after their fights, ok more rum until 630 AM and talk about nothing, remember no time for introspection, just more, more, more. No more rum, ok time to pass out, piss the bed.

Just trying to pace myself for the 27 club.