At a 🇩🇪 bar in 🇲🇽 watching highlights of ⚽ when out of the blue I had a flashback.

To that time with the midget, the microwaved cantaloupe and NIN playing "Closer" by NIN?

NO! THAT NEVER HAPPENED!

Errrrrm and if it did, I was in college and needed tuition money. 

So doesn't count! 

If it did happen, which it didn't.

Anyways, once when I was like 14, we ghetto kids went to camp with a bunch of rich private school kids.

It was like some 80's movie shit... Poor obviously very handsome Noodles versus Evil Rich White Guys.

So we had a canoe race.

5 canoes of teams of 2... My partner, whose name I can't remember was crazy strong and ghetto.

The kind of kid that had a tat at 12... But an amazing athlete.

Noodles wasn't shabby, but this guy was THAT GUY.

So we teamed up to first to the bouy and back on the lake.

Race starts and we're not just ahead, but crazy ahead.

Then reality hit.

Mexicans don't know how to swim or guide canoes.

We didn't know how to turn the fucker around!

Anyways, we finally figured it out but were 5th out of 5.

Moral of the story?

Never let Mexicans on canoes obviously.

We beat them at everything else but I still remember that.

Me yelling "How do you turn it around????"

😂