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Tijuana | Tijuana

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Jun.13.2009
Tijuana being so close to the Control Culture of the United States, it is a great feeling when you enter Mexico - this timeless free uplifting feeling of noninterference once you cross over. In fact, the farther south you travel away from the border, the brighter it is - as though the influence of...
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Jun.10.2009
Jose Perez threw a party in honor of his new apartment. Two room rat hole with a rusted steel balcony and panoramic view of the Red Zone. Nice if you wanta see smog, criss-cross of wires, and bloated hookers clop up and down the broken pavement. But, ah yes, the aforementioned fiesta. All types of...
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Jun.09.2009
    Around 2am I exit the Internet cafe and start home. Pass up a dark block and light a cigarette. Transvestite hooker leaps out of a doorway of Hotel Leon and quacks in broken English, “Hey, baby - one cigarette for me?” Why not? I stop and I’m pulling out my package - sounds kinda dirty,...
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Jun.02.2009
All the streets of the city slope down between deepening canyons to a vast, triangle-shaped plaza full of darkness. Walls of street and plaza are perforated by crumbling dwelling cubicles and cafes, some a few feet deep, others extending out of sight in a network of rooms and corridors, hidden by...
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May.29.2009
Sky is that bright Mexican blue and the air is simmering humid. Mario and I dodge into a filthy alley littered with broken beer bottles, syringes, and shit. Small barefoot children play with a grey mangy mongrel. We cut into a two story hotel lobby at the dead end of the blind alley. Pass through...
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May.25.2009
  He sat in the darkened porno theater as outside rain came down in sheets - yawning loudly at intervals. On screen some Japanese bitch getting pounded by buff gym bunny - is that makeup and lipstick the onscreen stud is wearing? Attention drawn back to the dark form scrunched in his seat feet...
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May.19.2009
  Edison James was a new friend of mine that had just been hired a week ago at my job. He recently moved to San Diego from Dallas, Texas and new to the area, was in the market to make some friends. Edison and I hit it off pretty well. Though Edison was hopelessly heterosexual, he was all right...
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May.15.2009
“Why do we always do this shit at night?” He grinned as he reached for the charred light bulb with one hand and the flecked remnants of methamphetamine with the other.I shrugged. What can I say - he was philosophically right. Why do we always do this shit at night? It’s not as if we sleep during...
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May.12.2009
Standing outside in the shivering night - the Plaza was pregnant with the twilight people. The bar adjacent to my frozen form thumped with laughter and merry making. Two old Negro queens’ cumpleanos. And they flipping the bill for this swanky fiesta. Complimentary booze and vittles guzzled by...