So far, TJ has been a bust for me. All I seem to do here is interdict criminals intent on disturbing my sleep via powerful and illegal dope. As if that is not enough, the loud music and obnoxious, overbearing drug addicted neighbors who think they can influence me have got another thing coming. It just takes time for the gears of justice to mesh. I am interested in turning these forsaken lives into something to be proud of. The way you do this is to make them ashamed of their behavior.
The current thing is the boom cars. These obnoxious cretin forms of life are the musician's nightmare. These guys use so called music as a weapon. The earthquake cars can cause heart attacks among the elderly and ruin the hearing of infants and children. How it does this is by causing the hairs in the cochlear tube to flatten out. It never returns to its vertical position again and eventually dies.Thus the hearing vestibule is compromised Therefore, these guys who listen to this trash have already lost much of their hearing. The intense vibratory pulses replace actual hearing with body sensations that replicate hearing. It is like a drug but kills in a different way.
There are many psychological theories to explain why these people become so socially distant and irrelevant to the rest of the community they offend. They were not held by their Mothers. Their Fathers were abusive. Unable to make friends in the community, they become social outcasts that discovered a way to intimidate their others by immersing themselves in this insane, semi-entertaining music. These people need help and their ears confiscated.
You see the homeless first of all. Because they come to the car window begging for a few pesos. As
I've lived now in TJ for over a year, I am seeing more and more of the uncared for. Their clothing is shredded and sometimes completely gone. They are shoeless. They make their way to the begging grounds that only they know. They simply talk to themselves in mumbling voices that makes no sense to the people passing by.
I am always troubled by the sight of someone in desperate need of food, water and shelter. The basics of human life and dignity are the daily needs of these people. I look at the government, the churches and my neighbors for answers. There is no one answering. I'd take their pictures but that would be a travesty in itself. Dignity must come from anonymity. Their demise is mourned by no one.
There has been non stop drug addict behavior happening as I write this, here in Tijuana. It is actually better here than what was happening in San Diego concerning dope. It starts with the neighbors who use narcotics. The want to protect their habit so anyone who threatens to take away that addiction is viewed as a someone to beat down. Apparently, this is me. Thie one apartment has been the home of drug addicts as long as I've been here. The address is 775 18th St. in Col. Libertad. Knowing this to be true makes me act. I do this first by reporting to the police, the DEA and the Federales who take things more seriously than the local precinct. These are the best guys to report drug activity. They do their work fast and efficiently with little announcement about their presence.
Demasiadas armas en América ahora. Es sólo que no quiero que me tiro por cualquier persona.
"Levanten los manos" is what you will hear in Mexico if there is a problem.
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