A Little Story...

...about getting weed in Mexico.

Dave, Dan and I found it very hard to purchase anything illegal on a Sunday. This was probably due to the fact that every single store closes on Sunday, but we were purchasing from "merchants." We wound up walking into the night, talking amongst ourselves about what we had and what we wished we could find. It's fine to talk about it, but when you're seriously looking for a place, and when your friend points at the police station behind you and says "Maybe they have some," it can be a bit edgy. Obviously the next place to try was the auto parts store, but upon entering it Dan was immediately called out for doing so. After looking for a fat man in a hammock shop for about an hour we eventually got some. To all who may need to know, restaurants are the best bet.