Pilgrimage to the Holy City of Tijuana, Chapter 2

Three months after my first pilgrimage to TJ, I am finally back!

I knew since leaving the first time, it wouldn’t be long until I was peeling back the black velvet curtains of HK and bathing in its glorious green and blue strobe lights, as the blast of Ramstein and Tyga pierced my ears and the mist of tobacco smoke soaked my clothing once again.

It’s good to be king once more.