20

We all have the world beneath out feet. Choosing which way to walk, or run, is what leads us on our own paths and allows us to differentiate ourselves from others. Our paths define us. At twenty years old I am walking my own path, to say the least. Mexico, bold and daring adventures into the unknown, and a less-than-savory profession have defined me these past two years. I have very little regrets, but the things that stand out the most in my progress are the things I have acheived for myself, as well as for others. I think that by staying true to myself I have become very comfortable in my skin, more positive, and a good leader of myself and others.

Last night was a good night. I was very drunk and very happy, surrounded by my best friend and a few new friends that I made that night. It's not often that a night goes so well, that every thing that happens is a positive and enjoyable experience. Vance and I went to Porky's, a popular alternative club. Lots of skinny jeans and punker attire. The music is also very good, too! I got hammered and halfway through the evening was approached by a group of people that wanted to talk to me. They were extremely friendly, spoke very good English, and even bought me a pack of cigarrettes. In my book, buying a pack of cigarettes is like proposing friend marriage.

We adventured on with our new comrades, going to Younite down the street for a bit before ending up in a downtown area of Tijuana famous for it's nightlife and tourist destitions named 'Revolucion'. I inhaled about 5 hotdogs from a street vendor and we went to Sky Blue, a very tacky gay bar playing Mexican banda music, slightly remixed. We left quickly.

I woke up in my new friends' bed with Vance next to me and Christobal, our companion, on the other side of him. The butcher that occupied the apartment directly behind his was hanging pictures and the pounding of his hammer synced with near perfect rythm to my intense headache. I was horrified. I had Vance and Christobal call Simon to come and take care of me during one of the worst hangovers of my young life.  And he did come and take care of me. 

How wonderful.