December 2010
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A Case of the Mexican Mystery Bumps pt. 1
More bumps. “Dammit,” I thought, “These beasts are eating me alive.” At this point I still thought they were bug bites. I was in Mexico, in a sailboat, anchored off the coast of Punta Mita with my girlfriend, her dad and his girlfriend. I didn’t know what time it was but I assumed it was something like four in the morning. I think I just use four am as my default “I shouldn’t be awake” time....