On the Pan American highway, warm humid wind in my hair
Warm smell of diesel fuel, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a strobing light
I had lust in my heart. I desired to drink myself silly and commit to various acts of things I had been taught to avoid. I had the drive to screw fertile broads. The vast majority of my time was looking for the end of a morally fraudulent enlistment in the military.
In the few months I had been in the military had been marked by a rape accusation, scholastic failure, and threats of institutionalization. I didnt really want to be there and many had seen my slide into arguable levels of alcoholism. We were sent on deployment and I wasnt sure how long my sanity would last.
I found myself at various bars and full service strip clubs in Panama. I enjoyed the opportunity to unwind and drink rum like I had never had. The shipmates and I had wonderful experiences. But I noticed one thing that bothered me…
I also enjoyed hanging out on the beach and in a few bars in Ecuador. My honkey spanish kept communication flowing. I had a blast with a few locals and I dug a local student. The bothersome noise stung me like it had before…
The quaint village in Costa Rica gave me a decent timeout from sleeplessness. I enjoyed a meal at a family cafe and laughed a bunch at silly jokes. A few beers never hurt me but something else did.
I easily could repeat the experiences I had at my various port visits but I won’t. The thing that bothered me is that everywhere I went, The Eagles Hotel California followed me. I couldnt go anywhere without hearing it. Multiple countries and cities.
Other people love it but I dont. I honestly believe that it is a punishment hoisted on me. If there is a hell worth mentioning; its this one.
I may never know or understand how you feel. I may not be able to empathize with you. But please remember this; I cant stop this shit.