San Diego and Mexico Part 1

Did you know in Mexico the horses are fed on a steady diet of trash? Also apparently you can't take a piss in T.J with out it flooding the streets.

That's right Mark and Ryan treated me to my first trip to Mexico to top off our weekend binge of the south.

It started with our last minute show at 4th and B for ASR w/ Agent Orange. The show was fun and of course it wouldn't be a show without Ferral puking 1 hour old boneless buffalo wings on my foot.

So we stayed in good old San diego in some hotel overlooking giant boats, and started off the next day with about 10 or so margarita's and pina colada's. Then our friend Bri convinced the owners of this dump to let her wear an apron and carry out our next round, in which after she yelled "guess who got hired bitches!!" spilled every one on the ground breaking glass next to some old scotch drinking sea hags.

We then decided to rent some four wheel bike contraption with a canopy on it and gave mark a purple helmet and let him take the helm. We shot off onto the boardwalk to the dismay of.... well everybody, and charged toward the entrance of ASR and tried to run over every skater we saw before being escorted off the property.

Then we took the shit-storm to Mexico.