X‑RATED. BOHO‑INFUSED WARNING:

YOU’VE BEEN RATED ‘DANGEROUSLY WILD’

This adventure follows a retiree from Texas who swapped his ranching boots for tropical flip-flops and a psyche for the boho mindset—rolling on mescaline sunrises and tequila sunsets with no survivors. Any resemblance to real Texans or tourists in the Mayan Riviera is strictly accidental… or devilishly intentional. You’ll be knee-deep in:

- Explicit hedonism—sex, substances, and questionable "art."

- Boho narration: first-person, unfiltered, deliriously wandering, à la Thompson’s own style—immersive, hyperbolic, and borderline delirious.

- Violent hilarity—drunken chaos, rant-fueled rages; metaphors sharper than cactus spines.

By turning the page, you confirm:

You’re 18+ or a time-traveling rebel with parental consent.

You accept zero responsibility for any copycat stupor involving peyote margaritas.

No Mayan ruins, sea turtles, or innocent tourists were harmed in the narrative… though your dignity might be.

Trigger warning issued: sexual content, shameless substance use, raw profanity, and existential hallucinations.

From time to time, you may pause, hurl into the Caribbean, or Google: “What the hell is a boho Rivera sunrise?” Embrace it—it’s a front-row ticket to living “skid‑in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!’”

In short: this is no polite beach read. It’s a barefoot, high-octane stampede through sex, sand, and sun-fueled delirium—boho-style. Reader discretion is not only advised—it’s the only way you’ll make it to the final page without losing your hat.