by Scoobie Davis
Was It My Soul Patch?
This weekend, I spent two days in Mexico (about one day of which was in bed) and I was stopped and searched twice by Tijuana's Finest. The first time I had to put my hands against a building and the cop searched all my pockets and my socks. The second time, the cop asked me what was in my bag. I don't think it helps that I dress like a surf/skate punk and have a soul patch--I figure that they thought I was a good candidate for possessing weed or some other contraband. Mexico is a great place to visit but they don't have the same constitutional safeguards that exist in the US (which I hope won't be destroyed by the bozos now in charge).