This brings to mind the time I rode on a bus in Ensenada, Mexico driven by my buddy, Brian’s friend who had had a fight with his wife and was guzzling tequila in spite of already being three sheets-to-the-wind. The bus route took us into the impoverished ramshackle hillside neighborhoods, down rough dirt roads. Nobody batted an eye, even when, back in town, he glanced at his watch and floored it, violating red lights along the way.