OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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Millions of Screaming Yahoos 13:
Mexican Jails SUCK.
Originally posted 29 July 05
[b]Continued from part 12.[/i]
We pulled up to the border crossing in the early hours of the
morning. The Judge had just disposed of his drink, and Amy
was sleeping in the back.
The Mexican border guards were apprehensive, at first, as the
grille of my van was still covered in blood and goat hair...and
the Judge mumbling things about "assassins" didn't help
anything. Our papers, however, were in order, and they were
just waving us through when Amy woke up and began
screaming. The guard shone his flashlight on her, but she
responded with something about a bad dream. At first it looked
like the guard might hassle us, but he simply waved us on.
About a half hour later, we parked in front of an all night
bodega called, "El Simio Borracho", which is where we were
to pick up the pulque.
The inside of the bodega resembled a mining shack, and had a
plank across two sawhorses, to serve as a bar. A few card
tables and folding chairs were scattered around, as were a half
dozen people passed out on the floor. The place was crowded,
even at 4 AM, and it took a few minutes to get our hands on a
bottle of Mescal. We had about an hour to wait before my
friend would show up, so we figured we may as well make the
best of it.
The Judge blended right into the crowd, striking up a
conversation in Spanish with a rat-faced little man who called
or kill me