While living in Mexico City, "Me Vale" became a phrase I heard regularly. It carries a spirit that's difficult to translate. A reminder not to carry every burden life brings. That season of life was marked by good friends, long conversations, late nights, many copitas of mezcal, and cigarettes shared more as ritual than habit. The pack becomes a small monument to those moments. Not to smoking, but to the people, perspective, and culture that taught me to take life easy.
