in the winter of 95/96, got out of nyc with my fixed. I wanted to see warm places. I greyhounded to LA and worked DTLA for four months as a bike messenger.

went to Mexico City from there (rode to TJ and took a nice bus).

partied with the LA messengers the night before I left and someone gave me a cross (and said be careful), someone else gave me two hits (and said have a blast).

Saved them until I got my hotel in the zocalo ($8US per night). Then dosed and hit the streets. It's a big beautiful fast and scary city, that first night will always be a wild memory.