At Least the Waves are Good

There were¬†high expectations for Escondido. All the rumors about the nightlife, beach sluts, party drugs, and free spirits had me excited. Turns out–I arrived 12 hours too late. The day before was the end of a week long surf competition and when that finished, the crowds left. Scant¬†girls. And I mean very scant, I was […]

My Encounter With a Rapist

Was out doing my thing last night–drinking and laughing with the bartender at a local spot–when I spotted two girls staring in my direction. I waved them over and said ‘hola!’ They were real Mexican natives, looking very zapotec, and didn’t speak any English. They wanted to take my picture. I obliged, made them pose, […]