We went to Rosarito, Mexico for fun. Little did I know it would be the worst night of my life.
We started out at Iggies and then went to Pappas and Beer. We got loaded. On the dance floor, shots, and more shots. It was a blast.
We’re walking back and my girlfriend at the time freaks out. Who knows why? And she runs off, gone, now where to be found.
So I stop to have a beer at a taco shop with my buddy. We get up to leave after awhile and just as we step away a federalies (cop in Spanish) grabs us and throws us into the back of his truck and handcuffs us together to the truck, no escape. I tried to bribe him, no way, no how.
He is driving us to jail when my other friend happened to be on the street. He tries to help us and says let them go. The cop arrests him too and we all go to jail.
We get put in a cell with a bunch of other people. Immediately a fight breaks out and a guy gets kicked into a wall, hits his head and is out cold. Then when he is passed out another guy tries to steal his watch!
The federaleis come in and they are pissed! They put us all into individual cells for the rest of the night. During the night the guys try to fight each other through the bars. Its ridiculous.
One kid comes up to me and says, “I’ve been in here for two weeks and I don’t even know what I did, will you try to get me out?” I said, “sure man, I’ll see what I can do.”
I stayed awake all night. The morning comes and the guard comes up to me and says, “$40 each to go free.” I say, “No probelmo senor.”
He lets me out and I run to the closest ATM hungover as a dog! I get out enough to get us all out of jail and get all the buddies out. We walk back to the hotel and my girlfriend is there asleep and safe. The guys pass out for a while then head back to the U.S.
Still don’t know what happened to that poor kind in there though.
– Submitted December 17, 2009.