Jayson Gallaway

June 5, 2019

Travel day.  Hotter than hell.  Crossed the border into the badlands of Tijuana.  Got my usual room at the Hotel Nelson.  It should be peaceful until Friday night, when the armies of mariachis start wailing two stories beneath my window.

Fear not, dear reader…sure, it’s the most dangerous city in the world, but I am one suave gabacho, and I am protected from on high by the powers of darkness.

N.P.: “Fuzzbox Voodoo” – ZZ Top

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