The Latin Run

<p><strong>Live fast. Take risks. Survive the fallout.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>They say you only live once so why not live fast take risks and worry about the fallout later?</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Mexico was supposed to be an escape not a sentence. Yet here I am six hours out staring at the open ocean with a bottle of Corona in hand and a pile of memories I'd rather forget. The chaos of the past week clings to me like salt on my skin-a whirlwind of bad choices near-death experiences and a boatload of cash I'm not sure I'll live long enough to spend.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Adventure? Sure I asked for it. But this? This is survival.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The sun sets the waves rise and somewhere out there the next storm is waiting. But for now I'm alive free and a little richer than I should be.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Here's hoping I can stay that way.</span></p>