The
night I got locked up in Ojinaga it was over a souvenir picture of
me and Maria, one of the ladies of the night. The old Mexican photographer
said he wanted un peso, but when he came back, he wanted cinco pesos,
so I told him where he could put the photo (hint: it wasn’t in an
album). He said he was going to call the policia, and I told him while
calling the policia, to call a bunch of them, and he did. So they
locked me up, and it wasn’t at all nice. They took all my money and
my watch. But even that wasn’t enough, so my boss had to come down
and bail me out. That was another $600 and it was the first and the
last picture I took in Mexico. |