Tiajuana In The Night

Last night I went to Adelita's for karaoke. I ended up sitting with the same men from the other night. It feels like Arabs, not Russians, are backing them up. At a certain point, a man came up and took a picture of us. Smug Pagan freak. I yelled at him and got the owner over to handle it immediately. I called Jorge and told him directly. I don't think that he understands what my privacy means to me. These stalker freaks are really dangerous to all society. It was late, so the call was brief. I did sing quite a bit and I did have fun other than the photo issue. When I went to bus stop there was a group of Latino men there. They asked if I wanted a ride home. They had hailed a taxi. I said yes and they put me in the middle of the back seat. It was like having the true marine experience in the very dangerous streets of Tiajuana. When I went to that city there was no one there. It is obvious that I was there to deal with coyotes. Some very stupid people from Minnesota did come up to us in a bar and talked to my DEA Chief boyfriend, Greg Jenson. I did a great job and found the "Do not feed the animals sign," that actually said, "Giving law enforcement bribes is a crime." When Greg peed on a tree and got arrested, I talked his way out of the federali car. He asked for a bribe, but I told him the sign said I couldn't. I liked the federali. He was funny. I had no idea that he was hitting on me. He was very good looking and I did not feel very good about myself at the time, but I DO know how to carry myself internationally. THAT is where I started my federali work and training. Now federalis can tunnel through ANY U.S., and now Russian, Marine. Case closed.