So I became a statistic, and everything I held sacred came crashing down around me. I lost everything,
The violence ended the idyllic new life. Somehow I survived.
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Busy day. And I haven't been around.
Nothing like wanting to go to the mall and being greeted by Mexico's finest at the entrance. Today has been an insane day military-wise. They busted up a drug point of sale, and it was like putting a stick in an anthill...and the result has been this. You can't even go to buy a pizza without armed soldiers present.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
So sick of these dickweeds.
These dickheads drive by in a Suburban with texas plates. And it's not like anything normal, because they had on military helmets and flack jackets, and were carrying AK-47's clearly visible from my vantage point.
Talk about being scared.
-----------
I was detained for 3 hours at the border yesterday, as if i was some illegal immigrant or something. After apologies and having my fingerprints taken etc, i was released. (don't ask why)
Was NOT happy.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Don't go out tonight.
Cartel thugs on the highway heading towards S Padre Island *that-general-direction*...
...had people in the back of the truck with garbage bags tied around their heads.
Yep.
...had people in the back of the truck with garbage bags tied around their heads.
Yep.
2nd day in a row - die die die die my darling
Yesterday it was blocking off the highways and fighting.
Today they started that shit in some of the same places and the Mexican military forces put it down with a quickness...as in they blew their asses to kingdom come.
Looks like it'll be another day squirreled away in my cave.
Today they started that shit in some of the same places and the Mexican military forces put it down with a quickness...as in they blew their asses to kingdom come.
Looks like it'll be another day squirreled away in my cave.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Fat men in Escalades.
I am finding myself more and more of a shut-in at the moment, Kafka-esque. I'm a bit alarmed when i do manage to get out and about in town how many asshole thugs I manage to see. They're cartoonish: usually in blacked-out suburbans, or Cadillac Escalades. They're overweight, with undulating neck rolls on their bald heads. Tatted up, with high-frequency radios (a no no here) in hand, blabbering with one another.
On the way back from the adjacent town last night, there was a truck with 3 snot-nosed punks standing around. I could've taken them all had they not been armed. Jesus, it's amazing how a gun or two make these fucksticks think they're so immensely powerful.
But the rumor on the ground is that El Chapo Guzman has sent soldiers into this area of NE Mexico to start a 'cleansing'. Time to get rid of the Zetas in the area, supposedly. Yeah, right, if they're down the road too???
----
Saturday night one fucktard almost shat himself when he apparently saw some Zetas coming up the road, so, gun in hand, he jumps back into his vehicle - when he does, he shoots his pal in the thigh over in the passenger seat.
These are the people providing you with your blow. Remember that.
On the way back from the adjacent town last night, there was a truck with 3 snot-nosed punks standing around. I could've taken them all had they not been armed. Jesus, it's amazing how a gun or two make these fucksticks think they're so immensely powerful.
But the rumor on the ground is that El Chapo Guzman has sent soldiers into this area of NE Mexico to start a 'cleansing'. Time to get rid of the Zetas in the area, supposedly. Yeah, right, if they're down the road too???
----
Saturday night one fucktard almost shat himself when he apparently saw some Zetas coming up the road, so, gun in hand, he jumps back into his vehicle - when he does, he shoots his pal in the thigh over in the passenger seat.
These are the people providing you with your blow. Remember that.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
"Sleep tonight while I'm at work, ok honey?"
I am told this every time the missus has overnight work on the weekends. Never mind the fact that I am from a town of 18,000 and now live in a town that's around 600,000. The noise, hustle and bustle etc are accentuated by the fact that A.)It's fucking Mexico and B.)There are cartels here. Yes, plural. Cartels.
Like tonight for example: I wanted to go get a few beers to entertain myself while I watch bad Spanish-language tv, but didn't go. Why? Because there were two cars full of assholes with guns. I'm not anti-gun by any means, but i couldn't BRING my guns with me. So I'm unarmed, unless you count a plastic spatula and 6 cats + profanity.
I'm locked in the house, watching the cats chase moths across the ceiling like it was the best entertainment ever, and the neighbor to the right has horrific music playing. A constant bass thud through the walls of dum--dumDUMdum--dumDUMdum spackled with howls that I would expect from monkeys in hell who are having their genitalia pulled out by Richard Simmons on meth.
He is also fighting with his wife. I know this because he's drinking in his car out front. There is currently a nest of aluminum cans outside the driver's side door that would make any recycler jizz in his coveralls.
I went to the mall today, and was greeted by soldiers. I've mentioned this before, but at least I felt semi-safe. Currently there are no soldiers where I am located. There are, however, assholes with counterfeit Abercrombie and Fitch shirts brandishing AR15's, who probably couldn't hit the broad side of the barn, but that's beside the point.
----
The neighbors to my left are cool, but the ones next to him piss me off. I can't move my truck without the old man coming out to watch my back-and-forth exit-the-parallel-parking-clusterfuck as if it were a spectator sport. He waves and tsks as I'm maneuvering, which makes me want to punch him in his balls. I don't give a flying scrotum if he DID work for Carta Blanca beer and retired. He upsets me. Period.
-----
Yesterday, there was a herd of people dressed as zombies wandering around the stop light. People were mad because they wouldn't move out of traffic. I walked outside to smoke a cigarette and was taken aback at first. I thought there was some kind of traffic accident or gun battle I'd missed, but no. Just young Mexican folks dressed as zombies, as you tend to this time of year. Not even asking for money. I have NO fucking clue what it meant.
Like tonight for example: I wanted to go get a few beers to entertain myself while I watch bad Spanish-language tv, but didn't go. Why? Because there were two cars full of assholes with guns. I'm not anti-gun by any means, but i couldn't BRING my guns with me. So I'm unarmed, unless you count a plastic spatula and 6 cats + profanity.
I'm locked in the house, watching the cats chase moths across the ceiling like it was the best entertainment ever, and the neighbor to the right has horrific music playing. A constant bass thud through the walls of dum--dumDUMdum--dumDUMdum spackled with howls that I would expect from monkeys in hell who are having their genitalia pulled out by Richard Simmons on meth.
He is also fighting with his wife. I know this because he's drinking in his car out front. There is currently a nest of aluminum cans outside the driver's side door that would make any recycler jizz in his coveralls.
I went to the mall today, and was greeted by soldiers. I've mentioned this before, but at least I felt semi-safe. Currently there are no soldiers where I am located. There are, however, assholes with counterfeit Abercrombie and Fitch shirts brandishing AR15's, who probably couldn't hit the broad side of the barn, but that's beside the point.
----
The neighbors to my left are cool, but the ones next to him piss me off. I can't move my truck without the old man coming out to watch my back-and-forth exit-the-parallel-parking-clusterfuck as if it were a spectator sport. He waves and tsks as I'm maneuvering, which makes me want to punch him in his balls. I don't give a flying scrotum if he DID work for Carta Blanca beer and retired. He upsets me. Period.
-----
Yesterday, there was a herd of people dressed as zombies wandering around the stop light. People were mad because they wouldn't move out of traffic. I walked outside to smoke a cigarette and was taken aback at first. I thought there was some kind of traffic accident or gun battle I'd missed, but no. Just young Mexican folks dressed as zombies, as you tend to this time of year. Not even asking for money. I have NO fucking clue what it meant.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)