Aug 30, 2010
Tijuana, Mexico. The Federales were hot on my trail as I ducked into the movie theater. It was only when my eyes adjusted to the darkness that I felt the icy cold hands of fear around my throat as Marmaduke dubbed in Spanish with no subtitles loomed ominously above on the silver screen. And in short, I was afraid. The story of my exile is not for the faint...
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