Customs, Houston, 1997
Posted in Angry Twenties on August 30th, 2010I was en route back to the U.S. from a month long stay in Mexico City, where I’d been fucking a sixteen year-old Mexican girl named Camila. She’d only turned sixteen weeks before, in July. I was twenty-eight. Camila had been named the Pepsi Mujer in a local beauty contest sponsored by none other than [...]


