Happens from time to time.
It's a curious state I find myself in since living at the tip of Baja California, an hour east of Cabo San Lucas. I got cold-cocked from behind. Because words.
Since then, it's a sort of moth to the flame thing. I didn't learn my lesson.
From my personal perspective, the world has morphed into a curious perversion of humanity and I will not have it. I can do nothing to change anything, but I will maintain manliness, a hill I'm content to die upon.
While that's easy for anyone to say, I take the beatings.
It's cathartic, in my own particular way.
...That Mexico thing was the first physical encounter and I didn't particularly like my response to it, which came off—to me at least—as too much victim mentality.
What happened is that there was a Facebook group for what I call The Lost Gated Community of Los Zacatitos. It's an off-grid community accessible only by rocky dirt road, but sports multi-million $ abodes and on down to small solar and battery installations. I rented one on that lower scale.
Let's montage it.