4/8/09
On November 2nd,Dia de los Muertos in mexico, i was walking to an ice-cream truck parked in the middle of a muddy field, but as i got closer and closer to it, more people were starting to surround it. Right when i realized it was getting harder to breathe, i turned around and noticed a sign that read, "Tijuana: Go 1 mile that way -->" . Obeying the sign said, i followed the road north until it was so dark i couldn't see where i was going, so i decided to sit down in the middle of the street and wait for a car to come run me over. When i finally heard the sound of an old truck approaching, i was ready to lay down and await my death until a deep voice coming from inside the incoming truck asked if i needed a ride. I agreed, and told them that i was lost and wanted to go back north before my birthday, which was in a couple of weeks. After i finished explaining my story to them, they said the border was closed because of the holidays, and asked me if i wanted to go back south to a hotel and have some "fun"but, since the dude driving was a fat, sweaty mexican dude with a wanna-be afro, i refused and immediately tried to get out of his truck before i was raped! I realized i couldnt open the door so i relaxed, and pretended to be asleep until i glanced outside and noticed we were in central tijuana, about to go down a ramp that led to an under ground parking lot. Suddenly, i wasnt in a truck with a creepy sweaty guy, but in a weird, twisted version of a disneyland ride with skeletons every where,black people hanging from the roof[how rude mad ], and hobos being slaughtered by mexican children. At one point in the ride, i remember asking some guy doing weed if i could have the red sign hanging from a hooker's broken neck by the chain that killed her that said "******** THE DEAD,NOT ME" for 1000 pesos, but he just kept laughing at me and called me a loser. For some reason, i started laughing too because of all the gore,and i actually enjoyed the ride in the end. As soon as i stepped out of the cart and onto a wooden platform, i realized i was drunk, because everything was spinning. I walked a couple of steps toward an old elevator that had blood gushing out from the bottom of the two doors. When they opened, i told the two people coming out of it, a guy with dread locks and a fat stripper lady that was holding his hand, to enjoy there ride, and laughed, as the doors slowly closed behind me.
SxAINT · Sun Apr 12, 2009 @ 05:16am · 0 Comments |