September 15, 1984     

 

Friday Harlan invited me to go see Black Flag in Mexico. Who could turn that down? We drove with Dave Travis and Sandy Glaze, and a bunch of other people I didn’t know, drinking and blaring the radio all the way. By the time we got to the gig we were wasted. We were trying to talk to the Mexican punkers, and it was so funny because none of us could understand eachother. We’re all, “Tienes tu L.S.D.?” My Tequila had flies in it, so I asked for a fresh one. That one had flies in it too, so I asked to see the bottle and it was totally filled with flies.

        

Harlan was joking that we should have a Tijuana wedding just to piss everyone off, then get a divorce right away. After a few big glasses of Tequila, the idea started sounding good, so we let our ride leave and went with D. Boone and Linda to find an all-night wedding chapel. We couldn’t find one, so we just drove out to Rosarito to camp out on the beach. This guy, Davo, performed a mock wedding, “By the powers

invested in me, by the state of SST...”

        

The next morning we were just walking the cliffs kind of dazed, getting our minds straight about where we were, and how we got there, and all of a sudden we just went, “Oh my God! We almost got married!” Thank God we couldn’t find a chapel.

        

I found a telephone and managed to call home collect. I had an interesting time explaining to my mom that I was in Mexico.

        

 

         MEXICO TRILOGY

         

         I.   Rambling Version

        

         Another boring Friday night, might as well see Black

         Flag Mexicano style

         One four dollar gallon of Tequila

         and we’re waking up on the beach

         with a van full of  people

         Buy a few postcards which I never sent,

         then back to Tequila town

         Vendors screaming ,“Hey beeg spender!” trying to pawn

         off dirty blankets, goat carnitas. and sea turtle tacos

         We decided to postpone breakfast

         Half-hour drug search by the Federales at the border

         because of Davo’s dredlocks

         Back in San Diego we hit the first Taco Bell in sight

        

         II Pretentious Artsy Version

        

         Goin’ Mexico wanna go?

         Black Fag party was so-so

         Mexico acido no

         I went to Mexico

         Need my shoes

         Bought Tequila

         Drank the booze

         Tequila!

         Tijuana!

         Land of dead sea turtle

         and D. Boone!

         Drink Tequila pretty soon

        

         Ill Compact Version

        

         Went to Mexico

         Looking for acid

         Got Black Flag instead

           - Bad trip