Street Tacos in Tijuana
4 a.m., Tijuana, Mexico.
Just across the border from San Diego.
Outside of a strip club.
Our all-male group lingers in the street. We are waiting for one of our 27 members who (rumor has it) disappeared upstairs with one of the women.
Before leaving San Diego we were warned, many times: “stick together. Sketchy shit happens in Tijuana.”