Mr. SanDiego/TJ

I grew up with TJ as a playground for underage white-kids with money.

A chapter is booked. Switch-blades tested with lighter-flames to determine "real bone" and not celulite plastic (virtual nitros napalm with heat.) Bar dancers, backrooms and beer pissed into schooners near the head of comatose patrons whose dollar had been exhausted. It was dirty, disgusting and we loved its fireworks.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

Last trip 2002, took four hours to return, WALKING at the border crossing. Never again. India, China, Phillipines are easier.