So I get back to the bar, and the gringo gang is all there. I run into Craig and he says that he just got scammed by some girl there. He was trying to get a private show with this girl he was in love with, she came by to talk to him, and told him he needed to buy her a drink if they were going to talk. So he buys the drink for her, the bartender tells him it costs eight dollars to buy a drink for the ladies; he pays. When she gets her drink, she gets up, and walks away. So, at this point he’s pissed. He tells me to go outside with him, we go, and then he’s telling me he wants to get some blow. So I hail down a taxi, ask him “Cocaina?” “Si.” We get in, we go, and off into the shady ghettoes of
Mexico. This cabbie drives real fast down some backstreets; ask us for four-hundred pesos, stops, gets out, and goes up to some little peephole in the fence on the sidewalk. Exchanges are made; he gets back in the cab, and throws about three grams of blow our way. Craig and I get back to the road we were on, and go into the nearest bar; some half-outdoor joint with locals in it. We head up to the bar and ask for two shots of tequila, she serves it up with some limes, and we shoot ‘em. As soon as were done, we head into bathroom together, lock the door, and break out the bag. Craig gets his key out and starts serving bumps to both of us while I held the bag. After we had burned through a gram in about two minutes, we decided it was time to go. We walked straight out of the bar, onto the street, and right back into Babe’s. When we get up the steps, and through the curtain, we find Jim talking to his new acquaintance, Omar. At the bar, we order Tecates all around. By now gringo one is gone, apparently off to the smiley face place, but gringo two is causing a drunken menace. Craig grabs Jim and takes him into the bathroom to do some blow. Meanwhile, I kick back and watch the show. And, what the show is, was gringo two flopping around on stage with his big fat ass. The girl is up there in the middle of her show, and fat gringo gets up there with a dollar bill in his mouth. Then he starts to writhe around on stage on his back, under the girl. At this point, a bouncer came up and tried to politely ask him off stage, but gringo two said it was okay, which prompted the bouncer to walk away. At this point I walked up to the one empty chair by the stage, which was now crowded with young American girls and guys. I just sat down and laughed my ass off; this guy was laying on the stage, taking his pants off, and taunting the young senorita with his dollar bills. True comedy. After all of this Craig and Jim are out of the bathroom, and pretty coked up. Already, Jim wants to get some of his own, so he goes up to Omar to tell him he needed some coca. With that, Jim and Omar are on the street, while Craig and I order more drinks. After a few minutes, Jim is back; he’s telling us that he thought Omar was trying to kill him, so he came back. By now, I’m almost broke, again. However, we require more cigarettes, alcohol, and cocaine. Jim and I decide to walk the six blocks to the bank. At the time, Jim was really fucked up, and it was certainly interesting to see him interact with the random people we saw along the way. Now, Jim was on my dole, so I gave him about five-hundred pesos for beer and coca. On the way into Babe’s, he stalled at the door while I went upstairs. In two minutes he comes in, telling us he just bought a couple grams off the doorman. In another two minutes, we’re in the bathroom, doing rails on the windowsill. After this, we decided to catch a cab back to our room, so we could do some more coke, regroup for minute in the hot tub, drink some more Negra Modelos, and otherwise to just chill out for a minute.
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part five later...
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