By Michael Patrick Rooney
I thought we were the perfect Sayulita, Mexico couple until the Mexican police came through my window, cuffed me and dragged me out of my home that I shared with my now ex-wife.
Stuffed in a van, I arrived at a private, locked drug facility. When saying I didn’t even use drugs the facility administrator dismissed it and escorted me to a room with 18 beds and 30 people.
My new daily routine consisted of laundry, growing and eating vegetables.
During the year spent there, my ex-wife liquidated our assets, paying for the facility and re-marrying.
Beware, this could be you.
How about a simple – wow! ? Intense without a hint of arrogance. I’d like to hear more from this author.