We fumed and screamed in our Mexico nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the road of Mexico and all we could do was yell, I guess–across the night.

“Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.” – Kerouac

We fumed and screamed in our Mexico nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the road of Mexico and all we could do was yell, I guess–across the night.
