So, I stayed in this seedy motel on the border of Mexico and had a shit night sleep. The room I stayed in was next to the motel owner’s private residence and all night long I was hearing some weird noises. I also had the instinctive feeling that I was being watched. You know that feeling when the hairs on the back of your neck stick up and the room feels a bit different and you start to see shadows and shit? YOU ARE A PUSSY! Just kidding, I had that bad. And the weird noises coming from the room with the door that said Private on it were not helping…but I woke up ok, and had no aches or pains in uncomfortable places so the day went on as planned. Found an abandoned theater and left a mark or two.
This bush broke through the window and looked nice.
I then went to a Federal Prison and an oil refinery to take some photos for Kenji. A massive cowboy got out of an equally huge truck and in the nicest way possible called me a dipshit and escorted me off the prison grounds. I figured it could be a lot worse; I could have been escorted inside. But Johnny Law missed this one…
Then 20 miles later the fuzz rolled on me here.
And that was my cue to get the F back to Boston. Luckily I had this tow truck driver as an escort…who thought his truck was the Ferrari.