Mexico    bait and beat!

As A young teenager wandering the streets of mexico, after taking a huge advantage of there no drinking age laws is  not the best idea in the world.  None the less thats where I found myself one particulary warm january on the equator.  I had arrived in mexico with my family as a family trip.   It wasnt long before I found out that everywhere I went would give me a beer at any piont no questions asked.  This revelation was soon to be taken advantage of.  I remember after about a week there I didnt have anything planned so wandering the streets of this particular small jungle town was the days agenda.   I walked to the beach which couldn't have been more than a thousand yards from the hotel (compound) we were staying in.  I spent that entire day siting under a small umbrella propped up next to a shack that sold ice cold tecate for 5 pesos.  I remember that day as one of the most serene and connected days of my life.  The night that followed was not as enlightning!  at o dark thirty,theres no clocks, I wandered to some majestic lights and weird music that sucked me in like the sirens of ancient greece. As soon as I walked in the small club I soon realized it was goinng to be a long night. I drank,I fought,I puked, and I came back for more.  When I finally could take no more debauchery I attempted to stumble to my compound in the middle of the night.  I was taking the ocean route because the sound made me less nauseus.  About halfway home I could hear a strange sound in the back of my mind. I wrote it off as drunken ringing from the entire day of alcohol and heat.  Then BAM!!!  I get a board or stick or branch or sometin right in the back of my legs..  I instantly dropped to my knees and put my hands forward as to stop the faceplant.  As soon as my hands touched that cool,moist mexico sand i could feel another object smash into the back of my head.  And then it happened! they took my bran new nike hat.  As they ran off, still at full speed. I could do nothing to reorientate myself to up or down or side to side.  I learned a very powerful lesson that night.  Kids in mexico are crafty as hell, quick as jack rabbits, and love nike...

the death of a legend

Ever roll a 1971 mach one mustang at 70 mph and walk away without a scratch?  I DID!

This story has wild written all over it!; I can not begin to describe how insane this really was.