2.25.16
Thursday
Week 6
Que pasa putos?
I'm in Rosarito, Mexico right now visiting a friend. Estoy visitando a un amigo en Rosarito, MX en este momento.
LA VISTA DE PLAYA ES MUY HERMOSA!!!
Yeah, I drove down here from San Diego. It's not that far, about 30, 45 minutes tops from where I live. If you're planning to drive down to Mexico someday, here's a few warnings to heed:
1. People drive like maniacs down here. California stop? Fuck that, Mexican drivers completely ignore the Alto (stop) signs down here. Red light? Fuck you, it's green light to me. But hey, guess what? I drive like a maniac down here too. Cuz when in Rome... Really, I've seen worse shit in Manhattan while growing up NYC.
2. Take the Cuota highway aka the Scenic Route instead of the Libro. Pay the 30 pesos (the current exchange rate is 17 pesos per 1 US dollar) and enjoy the better road conditions, the lack of traffic jams, and of course, the view of the pristine Pacific Ocean glimmering and sparkling majestically under the sun to your right.
3. If you see sirens, don't be alarmed. The police here are pretty fucking cool and chill and won't fuck with you unless they have a valid reason to. Like if you're fucking retarded enough to carry around drugs or weapons on your person. Dumbass.
Really, it's not that different here from the United States.
Mira, there's:
The Walmart here is fantastic. Seriously, every time I'm about to visit my local Walmart, I dread the fucking chaos and disorder that ensues immediately as I step inside this god forsaken place. Dumbass kids always running around and getting in my path, and whining about not getting that toy or candy that they so goddamn covet. Really, folks. Discipline your kids once in a while, will ya? Jesus. Also, the Walmarts I've been to in the US are disorganized, messy, and are clusterfucks; the aisles are narrow and hard to navigate around, random items are strewn around everywhere, and don't get me started about the fucking idiots that leave their empty Starbucks Mocha Frappucino Chocolatte fufu latte sugary diabetes-inducing bullshit drinks on shelves. Fucking kill yourself, already. You make me sick.
Oh yes, have I mentioned that there is not a single sight of those scootypuff fat motherfuckers navigating around in those goddamned disability scooters unlike in the US? Get some fucking exercise, for Chrissakes, fatties. Last time I checked, being obese is not a fucking disability. And if you want to make the argument that it is, then guess what? You did it to yourself, fatass.
Meat here is pretty cheap. You can get a kg of prime ground beef for like 8 bucks here, and a kg of Ribeye for like 10 bucks. Or it could be less than that, I can't quite remember. I was told by security I couldn't take any photos here.
This fuckin' wall outside of said Walmart beckoned me over to take a selfie. So I did:
Goddamn, that's a terrible angle for my wide face.
And here I am in a coffeeshop/bookstore called
Café Nerón on Bulevard Benito Juaréz, sipping on a cup of Americano while I'm posting this bullshit on my laptop. A cup of Americano here is only 20 pesos. That's just a little over a dollar, homie.
