At the grocery store,... I forget what kind of store it was, maybe an Albertsons. But the booze there was really cheap. Like crazy cheap. Like the cheapest thing I've ever seen. (15.99 for a 1.75 of Bacardi if I remember right, wow!)
INDUSTRY!!!
We also made a trip to the ghetto. Keepin it real!!! You know how we roll__
After this we loaded up and went to the beach. The San Diego beach on a Wednesday morning is basically full of young women. wow! While I was putting on sunscreen I offered it to Julian and he said "No, I don't need that.. I already got kind of sunburned once this year" ok dude.. Well I suck at putting it on and I did not put any around my eyes. I got a bit of a burn around my two eyes, like a racoon. Julian said it looked like I had two black eyes, and it actually did. oops.
We went downtown after the beach. Stopped at urban outfiters while downtown
Charles had called and said he was gonna come out and meet up with us for a bit. Julian was fairly drunk downtown. When we walked by a brother man barber shop, he shot inside the door and peeked around. Someone inside said "don't be scared, we won't bite" and he ran inside. This picture was before she got started cutting.....
and this was about 20 minutes into the worst haircut of Julian's life. This woman spent 45 minutes cutting his hair. Fucking forty-five minutes. I could've done just as good (actually even better) in 20 minutes. She spent a really long time on his ears and he was cringing in pain. Later I noticed she had cut the hell out of his ear, like big time.
So this place was all black people. There's nothing wrong with that... There was one lady who was cleaning the place. There was a guy who was the boss and was telling her what to do, telling her she missed stuff, etc.... She was walking around cleaning and talking under her breath. Eventually she was talking louder. She was saying crazy stuff,.. talking to me and Julian saying things like "you are the devil and I know you're going to hell, nu-uh, you betta get yo self straight" Stuff like that. She wasn't looking at us or speaking directly to us, but it was obvious she was talking about us. After a while I was in a fairly good fit of laughter. I thought it was hilarious. One time when she was right in front of Julian (a couple feet away) she said some crap and he goes "What?". It was like she snapped out of it then and had sort of a normal conversation with him. Crazy.
CHARLES!!! We met up with Burger back at Pacific Beach and had some dinner.
After this we went to Tijuana. We decided to do this conidering:
- We had talked to some people about it in a store downtown and they said it'd be cool
- Gaslamp had sucked hardcore the night before
- Charles had just talked to some girls while waiting before us, and talked about Tijuana, they were gonna go saturday, so it must be cool......
We were planning on stopping at the border and taking a cab accross. This is generally what people do when they go there. We accidentally passed the last exit and just drove in. Probably mistake number one (well, two, deciding to go to TJ being number one) of the vacation.
So we parked at a garage. It had a security gaurd so that's good. We went to the bars and they were empty!! ack!!
Julian rode this mechanical bull. wow! He had bruises on his legs for the rest of the trip.
Now there is about 5 hours between here and the next picture. Julian blacked out and ditched me about an hour before closing time. I walked back to the car. I was pretty sure he wouldn't be there but I'd wait. He had the keys. I stopped at the grocery store and got a gallon of water. When I got to the car, I climbed onto it's roof to go to sleep. I called julian and left a voicemail and text message with the garage address and directions to get there. After a couple minutes the security gaurd came up and told me I couldn't sleep on top of my car. I saw later that the garage actually had a sign posted saying that you cannot sleep on top of your car! shit.
So I went down to the garage entrance and sat down. There was another guy sitting there waiting. This was good. He had bumped into another car while parking. He said in Mexico, when you hit a parked car, you have to wait there until the owner comes. Every once in a while, a goon walked by. The guy said "well it's a good thing there's the two of us here, otherwise some of these people would try to rob us."
Now, it was getting cold out. I was sick. I knew Julian blacked out and went on an adventure somewhere. I was cold and shivering. I was really tired. I was pissed off.
Eventually the people who's car he hit get there and the guy takes off. Oh great...
Still no sign of Julian. I had been calling about once every 30 minutes before, but my battery was getting low so I turned off my phone. I spent my time sitting on the ground imagining what could've happened to Julian. I figured the most likely story to be that he was laying in the alley after having his ass kicked and everything in his pockets stolen. Also possibly his kidneys.
Cut to Julian,... He had wandered off with some crazy locals, and eventually came too and said "what the fuck? I'm getting out of here!". He got in a cab and the locals told the driver to take him to the border. Once he arrived at the border, the cab fare was 40 pesos. Julian looked at the 40 and prompty gave the drive $40. He got out of the cab and after a few seconds realized it. He also realized that was pretty much all the money he had left on him.
So at this point you might be wondering what was going through Julian's head. Apparently, nothing yet. He crossed the border and thought about getting a cab back to San Diego. He then reembered that I had been in Mexico with him. He reached into his pocket to get his phone and call me. Instead he found the rental car keys and remembered that we had driven the car and it still had to be in Mexico, and that I was probably still be there also. He had spent all of his money so he found and ATM and then hopped in a cab to come back.
He remembered that we parked in a garage, but not where. I was keeping an eye out for him, and also for people who might try to rob me. Most of the people who took interest in me, though, were either whores or weird skinny 5 foot tall gay guys, so no problem. Julian took a cab back to the bars, got out, and started wandering around. I spotted him from a few blocks away. I thought it was him. He had rounded a corner and was walking the other way. I ran to catch up and once I got within a block tried yelling at him. I couldn't yell very loud because my throat was messed up (sick). Eventually I caught him and drilled him for details.
Before leaving town we stopped at a pharmacy. I was sick and needed drugs. I bought penecillin for $2.30!! Apparently you do not need a prescription in mexico. To get penecillin in Nebraska I would've had to go through a bunch of shit and money. Julian was my acting doctor (while still drunk).
So I drove. Julian passed out. When we got to the border I figured I would need his driver's liscence so I tried to wake him up and get it. He was in a state. He would moan in response but not get it. As we got closer and closer to the border I got more agressive, started punching him in the arm/chest and eventually slapped him in the face. All of shit and nothing. He would sort of half wake up and say something and wave his arms around to fend me off, and tell me to shut up, but wouldnt get his ID. I rummaged through his pockets and couldnt find his wallet.
So, when I was one car from the border checker, I loooked down and saw Julian's wallet on the floor.
Ok. When I look at this picture - every single time - I can't help but pause and break out in laughter. This is Julian after a night of blacking out in Tijuana. The previous day when we went to the beach, Julian dismissed putting on sunblock. We were at the beach for a good 6 hours starting at about 9:30 am. We were drunk. Julian was not drinking much water. He got sunburned pretty bad. This is the next morning as we were heading out to the beach. He was serious about skin protection now.
before leaving, we mixed up a half-gallon rum and coke.
That's right. Charles had fucking nunchucks laying in on the floor in the middle of his apartment.
