Living His Best Life

We pulled into the city and a guy rolled up next to us on a machine that defied easy description — horns, antlers, chrome, jars of blue liquid that appeared to hold preserved animal fetuses.

Just look at that guy. He was living his very, very best life.

Definitely a winner.

We left Oaxaca sad to go, still dreaming about the mole. Two months passed.

Then this happened.