I’ve been drugged. I was an 18 year old jit who just started drinking that year. It was ‘04 and we were clubbing in matamoros, mexico. It’s like TJ for Texans.
My and my boy are the only brothas in the club. My dumba** was rocking a chain. Bar we frequent had a byob policy. We pouring hypnotic and Hennessy in women’s mouths. Stuntin hard.

Next thing I know, I’m face down on the pavement and it’s 8 in the morning. Chain gone, throwback and hat gone, wallet, earrings, cell phone and even my bootleg belt. First thing I do is check for stab wounds.

I’m good.

I get up, figure out where I was at and walked 2 miles to the border woozy. I get to the checkpoint and CACs let me straight through laughing.



I get through and found out that there was a free bus that went from the border to the mall. Our other boy worked at a shop there. That’s maybe a 10-15 mile free ride. God was looking out. The only number I knew was my pops. I rather walk or hitchhike.

I get to the shop. Chilled for 6 hours until we got a hold of the homie. He got drugged too. Rental car got stolen and he remembered almost getting in a cab with some randoms.
Never left a drink out of sight since.