Having, in my younger days, woken up in the desert in Mexico, (parked off the Highway), with an empty bottle of mezcal in the back seat, vomit all over the front of me, a raging headache, and lipstick on my undershorts, vowed never to drink tequila again.
A decision reinforced when I drove a friend to Mikey Ds one morning after a Mezcal binge, while waiting at the drive thru, he turned green, leapt out of the car and proceeded to spew, in full view of the diners eating breakfast, the contents of the previous nights debauchery
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