I have a lot of memories as a kid going down to Mexico, staying in some rat infested condo on the beach. We'd drive into town and buy ponchos, marionettes in sombreros, cheap, pig-iron switchblades. When you're a kid horseshit cigarettes and Mexican jumping beans are the most hysterical thing ever.
Getting back in to the states was always a challenge in the 70's. My dad was Hawaiian and invariably some asshole border guard would equate dark skin with border jumper.
But the thing that stands out the most is the sewage stink of Tijuana. Like somebody opened a wound and let it fester for the whole goddamn city. A smell of rotting fish, garbage and poverty. I haven't been down there in 30 years, but I can't imagine the smell has gotten much better.
Just more toxic.
When the Mexican Army has a big enough pile of seized narcotics they'll have a burn. Throw it all together and light it up like some meth monster wicker-man. Even the marching band gets into it. Pomp and circumstance, baby. Gotta have something to go up against all those narcocorridos, I guess.
The latest burn was 28 tons outside of Tijuana. Pot, cocaine, meth. You name it they lit it on fire.
|They should try this at Burning Man|
Can you imagine how toxic that's got to be? Take a deep whiff, folks. That shit'll get you high as a kite for about fifteen seconds.
Before it kills you.