Confessions of a Caribbean Speedboat Cowboy Summer Vacation 1987.

It was the summer of '87, and I was burned out big time. So I ran away. South of the border down Mexico way. Four months of fun and sun and sand and beer and boats and tequila and bikini bunnies and , well you get the picture. Seven days taken from my journals. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wake up on a beautiful white coral sand beach wearing someone else's pants.