Máncora: The Tussler
Máncora: The Tussler. June 7 I opened my eyes because someone was waking me up. It was Mary. It was light outside. I was on top of a sheet on a cement floor of a dress shop in Máncora, Peru. Hard liquor and I are not compatible. We never work out well. It is possible that I would have been in this exact scenario had I only drunk beer, but the odds are less likely. We left the shop, and...