El Paso

Got to El Paso.  A week ago.  Have not had the courage to blog since then.  I hadn’t changed my clothes.  Hadn’t showered in days.  My couchsurfing host fell through.  I saw Juarez, the most dangerous place in the world (excluding war zones), across the river.  Had an existential crisis.  Considered driving straight back to NYC.  Ate Mexican food.  Slept in my car.

The next day I found a couch.  Thank you, Hector.  The bars in El Paso pump club music whether or not their patrons want to dance.


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