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Where is Dread Scott? UPDATE!!
Mr. Dread rolled into my abode LATE this afternoon. So late indeed that
his chaperone (Doug Toulie) had to leave to attend a very important
tupperware party. Or was it a macrame party. He instructs that ya know. I
digress...)
So, Mr. Dread greatly desired to goto one of those 3rd world countries to
complete his 3 country mission of his. Apparently, just driving down to
the border and seeing a mexican or 1000 wasn't enough. He HAD to go
across and have a shot of Cuerve Gold and choke down a Cheeze Enchiladas.
I noted that all of these things I have within my own cupboards of my own
home. Nope, not good enough, he had to go down south himself.
So we get down there and park at the border and take a bus across.
(Because NO Scirocco should ever cross the evil empires border. Unless of
course its got a cracked frame and you plan to report it stolen. Then its
OK.) Its a whole 5 minutes to get to the bus station. Then were alone, in
a 3rd world country. Scotts loving it. Im scared.
We stroll down the busy busting streets of beautiful downtown Tijuana.
Scotts loving it, im still scared. We note the beautiful intricate
details of the local architecture and the piles of mud and dirt that come
from some place that, has dirt and mud. Hmm. Im still scared, Scotts a
walking tooth commercial.
Am old man slithers out of a dark doorway and whispers to Scott.. "you
want young girls"? Scotts like, HELLZ YEAH! Where do we go? And im like,
"WE"?
5 minutes later he emerged with yet a larger grin on his face and said,
man, I never knew a 13 yr old could be so good. That's the best 10 bucks
I ever spent AND, its perfectly legal here! And im like, Whatever...
So, after his moment of pleasure, were looking for a place to eat and get
a drink. We find the loudest place in the city. We both said we wanted
this stereo system in our cars. We got quite good at reading lips too.
We toasted Mexico for giving us such a great place to spend an afternoon
in and gleefully downed a couple shots of the Gold stuff, minus the worm.
Then we dined on the finest cheeze enchilada's that Mexico had to offer.
I reminded Scott that I had a couple of frozen enchiladas in the freezer
at home that tasted WAY better but you know, he was all into the whole
experience thing. After the last morsel of greasy, unrecognizable goo and
tortilla which stuff we devoured, we left to head back to the good ol'
USA! I was still scared, but felt there was a chance to make it back
alive. Yes, I could see myself with my roc again! I still had hope! Scott
was still smiling but by now I think that 6th shot of the gold stuff
might of had something to do with it.
So, were again walking down the streets of beautiful downtown TJ.
Apparently busses can drive wherever they need to. One decided that Scott
was in his way and ran him over. Yup, ran him over. He said his arm hurt
a little and his pants were torn. What I saw was, a compound fracture,
but I wasn't gonna say anything until he realized the truth about his
injury.
We got all the way to the bus station when this old lady stopped Scott
and ratted him out about his broken arm. DAMN HER! I knew we could of
made it back if he could of just not seen all the blood. The bone was
only poking thru a little and he has a huge pain threshold which
impressed me quite alot. Or was that the Gold in effect? Hmm. Well, now
that he knew that he was all hurt and stuff, I knew my chances of getting
back to the USA were bad. Damn that old lady!
So now he wants to go to a hospital to stop the bleeding. I mean come on,
were in Mexico! They don't have any of those here. Lets get back to the
US. He's like, Nope. DAMN that old lady!
So a cop stops us and accuses me of fighting with him and breaking his
arm. We told him about the bus ordeal and he doesn't believe me. So, $400
later, were out of jail and we were both taken to what they call a
hospital. They gave him a shot of morphine because the Gold was
apparently wearing off by now. While he was in the back room waiting for
the bone to be set, I could hear him crying, "Tosha, man, you stood me
up"! Soon afterwords, they set the bone and stitched him all up. Finally
we got to leave and head back to the border.
We get back to the bus station and Scott looses his ticket. So he had to
buy another one. Then, he forgets to buy ME a ticket while I waited in
line for US. So he runs back to get another ticket. We finally get on the
bus to freedom. THANK GOD!
Now, what's funny is, it was a 5 minute bus ride from the parking lot in
the US to the bus station in TJ. It took us over an hour to get back to
the parking lot. Talk about being scared. I thought they were taking us
deeper into Mexico!
We finally get back to the car. I missed my car. It fired right up and we
get into traffic. Then the red LED lights up. Its hotter than shit! I hop
out and open the hood to find the fan plug had fallen off. I install it
and it runs right away. Cools down. Good. Then the alt fan belt is
squealing. Great. The tab on the head broke and I have nothing to adjust
the alternator to. Great! Somehow we make it back to my place. And now
he's sleeping in my chair next to me. He's a little cuter than TBerk ya
know.
So, looks like he heads out to home tomorrow morning. He can chime in on
his part of the story when he gets home. I think his fingers still work
OK.
Well, only some of this is true. Everything else I made up.
Shawn Méze
86' Jetta GLi 8V 84' Scirocco 8V 88' Corvette -SS 30- 2001 SDR
Solo2 Champion
82' Scirocco GTi -FSP 54- 79' "Project FSP Scirocco"
The Fastest, Quickest, Cleanest and best looking Scirocco(s) in all of
San Diego!
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