Anyone who has ever dealt with the disease of addiction knows how it affects family and friends. Sadly, my case is no different. One day I walked into my kitchen and I saw my friend Kerri standing in front of the fridge, pouring sweat, sucking the hot sauce straight off her fingers. Kerri! Kerri! I yelled, but I was too late. A couple years later, it got so bad that she took a plane to Panama and a boat to Bocas to buy a one-year supply. You see the worst part about being addicted to Killin’ Me Man is that it has a very limited distribution.
But no one has suffered with me more than Tree, my faithful husband and best friend. Tree is a straight and narrow kind of guy. He’s the sporty, athletic type while I’m more like an afterschool special. Knowing this and that I couldn’t support my habit alone, drastic measures were taken. Unbeknownst to my dear husband, I started putting Killin’ Me Man in all of his food—tuna fish, fried eggs, tacos—you name it, I killed it. And before long, even Tree got addicted.
They say the first step is admitting you have a problem, so here it goes. I know most of you think that we drove all the way to Panama because we’re nomads, we love foreign cultures, blah blah blah, but that’s not the truth. The truth is that we did it for this:
BOOYAH!!! That’s 12 bottles bitches. We are flying HIGH!!!!
And if scoring our favorite salsa picante wasn’t enough, we stumbled on a bar after my own heart called Drinking and Thinking- my two favorite pastimes!! After getting a couple local Panamanian beers, Tree and I boozed it up while perusing the bookshelves.
In the photo below, can anyone guess who the four Famous Drinkers and Thinkers are? Post your answer in the comments section and if you guess right, we will send you a postcard from an exotic location!