back in the day before the time of text messaging and that bitch ass meebo...

i had 2 freezer bags of shrooms...now normally this would more than enough for a good story...but hey this is better than good its great. yours truely was laiden with shrooms without a joint in sight soooo the logical solution was to troll the high school and trade some young loveys for some green.

alex (and yes if you remember he's the one that gifted me the black eye and busted lip, later in life) and i at this point come up with the ever intelligent idea of a road trip. : ) and what better place to trip then a desert of white sand surrounded by mountains...off to white sands, nm we go. if you dont know this is where we tested our nuclear bombs. actually a very beautiful gypsum desert. anyway we start eating shrooms like they were a very expensive bag of chips...which when your high is just the same as as regular bag of chips. hahahaha it wasent until we got to clines corners, nm that we realized we had driven a litte more than 2 hours in the wrong direction. time to regroup

a fried chimichanga and an ice tea later. we hit the road in the right direction, with laughter and our sugar ray (lemonade & brownies) cd blaring we head into the afternoon sun. opon reaching white sands boarder patrol crossing (very close to the mexico border) we find that the area is closed for the day....WHAT you can close NATURE????. but the border patrol agent was nice enough to inform us of a hole in the fence that would allow us after hours access. we passed and decided a cheap motel and strawberry pancakes would be better idea...ck it out in the morning.

left-over strawberry pancakes, a quick shower with the tiny bar of soap and we were back on the road. we checked out at 11 and decided that white sands would be way to hot why not road trip further and try out mexico. both of us had never been before soooo why not. i mean alex assured me his two high school spanish classes had rendered him fluent enough to negotiate the streets of juarez. suuuure. after passing threw the los cruces area border patrol it was nothing but desert till mexico...break out the joint with a side of shrooms.

when what should my wondering eyes should appear....thats right boys and girls dirty ass juarez...scared the fucking shit out of me. i believed i screamed. panic insued. i couldnt find a parking spot before crossing the bridge. people were crossing the street randomly without waiting for cars to stop. fat white people carried plastic overstuffed bags. childeren with running noses clung to mothers leg. it was too much for my drug addled mind to comprehend. my palms began to sweat. and before both of us could change the course of time (im prone to lucky moments) we were driving my brand new car full of shrooms, us, and some weed into mexico. we watched as the "welcome to mexico" sign crossed over the hood of my car....we looked at each other and both  saw the same look of panic wash over each others faces.

off to the side americans in mini vans, and packed sedans were herded into parking spaces...fuck this wouldnt do. i couldnt become subject of a serch...id fail. i blew past a man blowing a whistle trying to direct me to the next open spot. in my rear view mirror i could see him pointing and jumping around. i screamed some more and floored it into a land of signs i couldnt read and men with tiny carts with bells dinging offering ice cream of strange flavors.

part II to follow....getting a bit long even for my taste