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Witnessed a UFO abduct a car when i was 12 by myself. Not on any drugs, it is some real shit just no one believes me.
Saw a guy get shot when i was driving through a sketchy town in California.
Most recently i saw a UFO sitting in the sky for about an hour then it came close as fuck for about 4 mins, and i felt some conscious in my brain that wasn't my self conscious trying to talk to me in some language that felt like russian but more numerical. pretty hard to explain,
and i cannot stress enough how i am not trolling one bit about this ufo shit, but its so annoying because no one ever believes it.
i get to cancun at 8pm, get off the plane, and walk through mexican immagration. I am out in the open airport full of latinas y latinos. They try to trick you into paying full fare 50 usd to drive you from the airport to downtown cancun when in reality it only costs 15 bucks. i was told about that on the plane, so i just passed by
i take a bus downtown for 3 bucks. then flag down a taxi and say cheap hotel. 30 -40 bucks. easy. i get dropped off at a sketchy ass hotel but its cheap and clean and the doors lock. its about 9 pm now. I take my wallet out of my pants and stick it in the vcr, hid my back pack under the bed. stick my passport in my pillow. .i go down to the desk clerk and say i want a good bar some good food and to dance. he says something in spanish and points so i start walking down the street.
i run into a cute spanish girl on the street and say "donde cerveza y baila" she looks at me and says i speak english and we laugh. she walks me to a corner and says the bars are down that way and be careful then we go our seperate ways.
i meet this guy working the corner. it was his part of the street. he helped cars parallel park and watches the cars so no one would steal or break into them. in return the people would tip him. his name was hector and he was 32 years old. he told me a good place to get some beer and food. which the place was awesome i had 4 beers and a bunch of tacos for 8 dollars.
i went back down the street and ran into him again and asked where a good bar to go to was. he said it was to early. so i asked him if he wanted some beer and he said sure. i bought a six pack from the store oxxo and split it with him. we talked for awhile. about mexican mafia and the corrupt police. since what he does isnt legal work the police often hassle him and take half of his money. but in return they let him work that part of the street. if he doesnt pay he gets beat up or arrested. i bought another six pack.
Next i tell him i feel like getting high, he says okay follow me. we go for a 15 minute walk through the slums and run down part of cancun. these are houses that are run down with dirt floors. windows boarded up. he looks at me and says i will be your protector. but keep your eyes open. i get kinda fucking nervous. either way we walk into this house that just has a sheet of plywood over the door. he does some special knock and they open it up. we walk in and there are a bunch of mexicans squatting around a fire on the dirt floor smoking and dealing crack. at this point im like oh fuck. bad place for the white kid to be. they are just looking at me like who the fuck is this gringo.
anyway hector gets some weed and we leave and go sit behind a building and roll a joint and smoke. then i buy another six pack and we drink while walking back to the bar street.
as we are walking i say "necisito cerveza y baila con chica guapa" he says you want hot girls. i say si. we stop at a house he rings the doorbell, then nocks, then rings the doorbell again. it opens we cruise in. i thought it was a friends house. a girl walks up to me and goes 1500 peso for everything and im like whaaaa? then i find out im in a whore house, she wasnt even hot. so we leave and he starts laughing at me. we walk down the street to where i first met him. he has to get back to work. so i sit with him and we talk about how he used to live in san deigo but got introuble for some bogus thing with the police. his wife was hitting the kids but he got the charge and went to jail for four months. then when he got out he came back to mexico.
its around 230 now. and some girls come up to me and start talking they werent ugly but just different and as tall as me. and kept asking if i wanted to go party with them. hector was laughing. hector told them to leave then tells me they were trannys. i watched them work their corner and man they were getting used by tons of people. fucking gnarly. some stacked mexican with swastikas all over his neck and tats every where walks past me and says he knows me. hector says quietly to be careful talking to this guy. i quickly get nervous and offer my new friend a beer. his name was george (whore-hey) and he served 6 and a half years in walla walla washington for accidently killing someone? so he said. he kept saying he hates niggers, friends with the skinheads. english was really bad but i told him it was perfect. he liked that. he walked off. then some guy started following me around he was small and skinny but it still sketched me out.
it was about 530 in the morning now. and i was slowing down. i talked to hector for awhile and then said it was time for me to go to sleep. the bum followed me and when i saw i walked back to hector and was like yo can you keep this guy from following me. hectors parting words were "youve seen the real cancun, think you will come back" i laughed and said adios mi amigo. after all my walking i found my hotel and passed out then got up at 11 went to the beach and swam and talked to foreigners then came home. all in a night and a day of cancun