Over the past 3 months my life has become an assemblage of schemes, workarounds and lies. When I 1st visited Cancun I was convinced I could game the system, I thought I was smart enough to stay low profiles and still have fun but nothing in life comes without a price. My first trip was like the first hit of an addiction. I got there, saw it, became part of it? Its too hard to leave without wanting to go back. There are dangers and it costs an opulence but I would be lying if I said that wasnt part of the attraction. Besides, like any other kind of addict I always felt like I had the whole thing under control?