So sick of these dickweeds.

So, Sunday night after a good night out, eating fajitas, getting a few beers etc...

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.


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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.

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.

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.

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???

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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.

"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.

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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.

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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.

Blogs gone, a new one started

I would like to brag I'm a veteran at this blogging thing - that I've done it for years, ever since Katrina butt-fucked my town and left me destitute for months. But between jobs, a family life in crisis, and losing my father, grandmothers, and job loss, I discovered oxycontin, and then heroin. All of this contributed to my downfall.

I had a home, and a family, which I left in search of love. Because I was tired of living a lie. Ever since I got clean, my life centered around doritos, cocacola, and video games. I blame lithium.

Sooooo...I took matters into my own hands.


I left the house one night at 3:30 in the morning, and drove to Mexico. That's right, Mexico. And I'm living here on the border with a girl who is the best thing who ever happened to me. Not that life is easy, by any means. Unless your head has been buried in the sand, you will know that the border region is fucked up. I go shopping with marines walking around in the mall with ski masks on, brandishing automatic weapons. I thought that only happened in Jerusalem but apparently it happens here too.

Anyway. Initial post. We'll see how long this lasts.

Viva Reynosa, güeyes.