is it really so strange?

Been in the darkness of bunker benito juarez for a minute but have emerged.  Need to hit up the beach soon before it gets too cold (being in the south has turned me into a pussy temperature wise).   Heading to the big city of Guadalajara soon.  Hopefully my veteran party animal body will be able to withstand this hellish mexican pace.  Some times I feel like I'm back in time here.  Now I know what it feels like to party like an urban catholic of the god damn industrial revolution.  Gonna be a little bit for new cliches. In the mean time here's some MOTAvation.