Drunk in Mexico City

So much craziness in Mexico city. There is no way to explain it without over-indulging.
My eyes were burning and my nose was filled with cocaine, but there were plenty of beautiful women to go around.

Sometimes, if you pay close attention, you will understand what is going on, and accept it. I have learned from living in Mexico, that sometimes you have to "go with the flow". We were drinking bottles of Absinthe (with wormwood) and begging to be released. But there was no mercy. There was only this exclusive after-hours club, which cost us 25 pesos. Dirt-cheap in my opinion, but they felt otherwise.

And why was I so angry in this picture? Probably because I was terribly sick from all the whiskey.

lost in translation

back in town and ready to rock and roll...

3 nights in Mexico City was enough, I think, to get a perspective on what I was missing in Los Angeles.

I think I found my new love. HA! Just another lost soul swimming in this cesspool of alcohol and cigarettes. Maybe.

48 hours now, since I set foot back on dry ground, and I can still smell her perfume on my Calvin Klein pima cotton T-Shirt.

I want to know what love is..... I want you to show me.

Right?

Or maybe I dont want to know. Maybe I am not meant to. Either way, its the pedal to the metal now.

What a wierd, cryptic post this is. I just read over it, and it doesnt really make any sense.