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I remember the time we spent an evening in a drain pipe just south of Tiajuana after the Federales stole our wallets and shoes. Good thing you had that cheap tequila with you. And the Mayor's daughter's dress made for cozy foot swaddling. I seem to remember getting a ride back over the border in the back of a stoner's VW, stashed under oily rags so we could sneak through. oh god! remember the dried vomit on the floorboards that we had to smell all the way back to Anaheim?

shame about that mayor's daughter, tho.