Caught Red Handed

Upon my return the two Hispanic gentleman who had occupied the bench for the majority of the day had gone. I walked through the door and was greeted by an empty room and began to wonder where everyone had gone too. Off in the far corner right beneath one of the windows someone had left one of those cheap and simplistic maps of San Diego. I took a seat and began to look it over in an effort get some barring on the area. I saw several places that looked quite interesting, including PetCo Park, where the San Diego Padres play, San Diego Bay, and the world renowned San Diego Zoo, made famous by my favorite zoologist Jack Hanna.

Even though it was still quite early I decided it best to stay in for the rest of the night. I thought I would try to relax and since it had been almost a month since I had seen anything on TV, I thought I would sit a spell and watch a movie in the TV lounge.

As I walked over I had never really noticed that the door to the room had been pulled shut, but then I had only seen it briefly when I got the tour of the place. I reached out to pull it open without hesitation, but nothing could have prepared me for the site that lie inside.

I found the strange Asian fellow from just a few hours before sitting in a recliner just adjacent to the door. The angle at which he sat allowed the light from the common room to flow in and directly illuminate him as he sat in the dark. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at because one does not expect to open a door and find an Asian person sitting on the other side masturbating. It is my opinion that such activities be left for more private surroundings.

My mind couldn't piece it together at first. I knew something was aloof when I opened the door and must have surprised him. He turned the channel on the TV rapidly but made no sudden movement to cover his stick and berries, perhaps he thought I wouldn't notice. There I was halfway through a door barging in on man like I was his mother. All I could think to say was "what are you watching?" It just sort of popped out like if I had opened the door and he wasn't manipulating himself. I then abruptly turned, closed the door behind me, and decided to call it a night.

Setting It Up and Settling In

I made my way back down the stairs to the common area where the once lively area bustling with activity was now dormant, leaving behind a lone straggler. I found the Asian fellow I had noticed before still walking about and feverishly attacking the brochure rack. I took a seat a few paces from him when he abruptly and without introduction began to speak to me.

"where you from?"

He didn't even give me a chance to reply and continued talking at a frenzied pace.

"San Diego, its a great place! I haven't been down to Mexico yet, but I plan on going. You know to many Mexicans I might get robed or murdered, but I don't care. I don't know I don't think I'll go, but you know. I want to go to downtown today. Its real nice. I was staying at the hostel down there but they kicked me out."

I couldn't help but laugh in my head and think "I wonder why?".

He continued on with his rapid speech and I began to tune him out as I myself searched through the brochure rack. There I found a free guided walking tour of Tijuana for people staying at the hostel. I couldn't help but instantly attracted to it. I had always heard about the Ill dealings that take place down there. Not to mention the intense poverty and destitution of many of its inhabitants. So yeah it sounded like a great place to go.

Looking for a way to escape this one way conversation I informed the young man I was going to head out and explore my new surroundings. This did not stop him from disengaging his one way conversation. I slowly crept backwards one footstep at a time repeating "uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh ok, yeah" until I found myself far enough away that I had my hand on the doorknob and was able to make my escape.

Upon leaving I noticed that the two Hispanic gentleman still sitting on the bench, but now they had been joined by the Chris Tucker looking man. As I walked pass I couldn't help but notice all three of them sizing me up and giving me looks like I was woman walking past a bunch of construction workers.

Surveying the neighborhood there was nothing much around but an old burrito stand and shopping center with a large grocery store. With a scantily clad area and the sun falling below the horizon I decided to pack it in and call it a night.

Slick Willie

Laying on the floor the cool breeze coming through the window gently relaxed me to the verge of nodding off. A push of the door leading into the room jarred me back to reality and I quickly jumped to my feet. In walked a well dressed middle aged man with slicked back hair and an ora of confidence. He presented himself in a very fashionable manor, and was quick to give me his line.

"so your the new guy. huh, where do you come from? wait don't answer, your from the Midwest right, every ones from the Midwest."

I gave one of those brief laughs to ease the anxiety I was feeling and said " heh-yeah, I'm come from Chicago."

"Ha, Chicago, my ex-wife was from there. Boy she was a real bitch, and her family......but its still a nice place to visit but forget about the winters."

I get this one all the time so I have a standard come back, "yeah you never know with the weather, it can go 20 degrees in either direction in a matter of hours."

The man than made his way over to his bunk and pulled a bag out from underneath it. As he dug around through it searching for his comb, he told me about the others staying in the room.

"one of the guys in here is a real fruit, I mean he's one of those flaming fairies, I'd look out for him. you don't want to end up with a stick in your ass wile you sleep. The guy who's sleeping below you is an Indian, you know from India, and real strange guy. He keeps to himself and yesterday he flew off the handle accusing us of steeling his belt. Just because he was such a dick I didn't tell him I saw it the bathroom the other night. Besides, who the fuck would steal a shitty belt like his? The guy all the way back there, well, he's a real treat. He snores so loud it shakes your bed. I wanted to smother him with his fucking pillow. Then there's this other asshole right above me, I don't know what the fuck he does, but he gets up at 5AM and wakes me up in the process."

The man then pulled a pair of brown leather shoes out from underneath his bunk, and began to lace them up on his feet.

"You looking to have a good time?" he asked, "I'm going to this sports bar down the street your more than welcome to join me, but I don't know how long I'll be there for."

He stood up and walked over to a mirror hanging in the far corner of the room and began to comb his hair talking all the wile.

"Ive been talking to this woman over the internet, shes supposed to be some big shot rich-bitch, she wants me to give it too her. I meet these kind of woman all the time. Their either divorced or cheating on their husbands. I don't care cause I get a free trip. You tell em you love em and they take you all around the world. I don't need their money either, not to brag but I got a lot of money. I do it just for the fun of it.

I pondered this notion for a minute, what would a guy with a lot of money being staying in a hostle for? The other notion that imediatly followed was, wow this guy is a real scumbag! I thought guys like this only existed in the movies.

It only took him a few more minutes of perfecting his hair before he made his way over to the door. As he left he asked me how he looked.

I responded with "....you look good, good luck with the lady"

"huh, luck, I don't need luck, this ones in the bag."