Sunny today. Wonderful day at home with Kathy and her teacher friends from back in the day at Moon Mountain Elementary. It made me think back fondly on those long ago days.
When I was in college, I had a misguided adventure south of the border. Long story short, I ended up in the Nogales, Sonora jail because of sketchy things I did on this street.
If I remember correctly, it was in the B-29 Club where things got out of hand and the owner, or, the bartender, called the Federales. Or, was it the Tecalotes? It doesn't matter. I ended up in a paddy wagon with three extremely obnoxious and drunk misfits (my roommates at the U of A) and we all spent the night in a drunk tank with three inches of urine on the floor.
I learned my lesson though. I never went back to Canal Street with those pendejos.
"All The Federales say, they could have had him any day, they just let him slip away, out of kindness I suppose. . ."
—Townes Vans Zandt, "Pancho And Lefty"