The Best of the Worst from Penthouse Letters

I went to Cancún for spring break during my senior year of college. I was paranoid about getting sick, so I didn’t eat anything for the first 24 hours. Then I stumbled upon a Domino’s Pizza around the corner from my hotel and made that my regular grub spot. It’s all I ate for the entire fucking week I was there. I was a regular, and I got to know the other regulars. One of them was a Mexican girl named Marisol. Marisol had a smoking body but a beat face… and she was a bit of a loose cannon, like a stereotypical chola. She was terrifying.

Naturally, we started hanging out. She took me to Señor Frog’s one night and we got wasted off tequila poppers. Borracho! Peda! I wobbled through the crowd to get another round, but stopped mid-mission... Leer Más