“One thanksgiving I didn’t wanna go home to my divorcing parents so I ripped it to Tijuana. Got a beachfront Airbnb for like $12 and finally the utter boredom forced my incel ass outside into a conversation (despite my C+ Spanish). I learned the legendary Daddy Yankee would be performing one of his last concerts.
I frantically call everyone I know in a 100 mile radius, including @ben, all of whom were “too busy” for my friendship. Despite the crippling social anxiety I forced myself to show up and got in line genuinely mortified I was there alone.
The energy was electric. Not sure if they do lines down there everyone was just PUSHING to get in. I was squeezed like toothpaste through the gates directly into a friend group of 16 year olds. I asked to hit the girl’s vape which immediately gained their trust. They take me in. DY is absolutely electric. Banger after banger. They literally never end. He sends up fireworks. And then keeps going. ¡MAXIMO! He proclaims. And we listen.”
