I found this on my way to peace and tranquility.
It called me.
I couldn’t walk on by.
Couldn’t smooch in the corner with others.
I had this. It was happy and it was mine.
The picture seemed perfect, one would think.
All that was missing was me, one would think.
But I couldn’t stop there, no, that would be too easy for me.
I had to have more.
A drink, possibly. This picture is missing a drink.
A frothy piña colada, perhaps. Naaa, too cliché (don’t know why cliché became the anti-hero in this story, I was at an adult pool, in an all-inclusive resort, in Acapulco. All that was missing was Isaac from The Love Boat.)
No, this was Mexico after all. Land of lime. Land of salt. Land of chile.
They sprinkle that combo on EVERYTHING here: plantain chips, potato chips, mango, cucumber- it doesn’t matter, really. …Read on