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After nearly 3 months of zero precipitation, Mother Nature
decides to sock it to us before we leave Mexico. A thunderstorm hits
that floods the streets of Tijuana, causing absolute chaos in an already
chaotic situation. Unfortunately, the rising waters were simply a
precursor to our difficult border crossing. Of course we were flagged
into secondary, which we knew we would be, where we spent an hour waiting
to be cleared for entrance into the states. The process took an inordinate
amount of time due to a litany of asinine questions from the testosterone
fueled border guards. Questions such as: "Why can you spend 3 months
in Mexico when I can't?" to which our well-rehersed reply was "My mom works
2 jobs" and "Do you really expect me to believe you brought alcohol into
Mexico that you didn't drink?" with the obvious reply of "Yes, I do."
Loki and Eddie also wrecked havoc on the drug dogs ability to concentrate
on its job, it seemed more interested in playing than busting dopers.
Once we finally answered all questions to the satisfaction of our inquisitors,
we were allowed to join the throng of rush hour traffic heading North towards
LA.
Our friend Mark's pad in Long Beach was a welcome sight once we finally
crash landed at the marina where he lives and breaths.
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