Damn it, I really should have just sold my brothers kidney's or something so I could have been there.

Next year… next year…

Dude, I was right there with you until you crossed a line and weren't right there anymore and I was right there on the floor laughing. Maybe you could go back to right there, no..the there there before where the line was crossed, so we'll be right there together again and not both somewhere else. Because I don't think google will find that 'right there' again or the place, right there where you probably went after you lost me right there. Well, right there, where it was, it was funny, so maybe I'll just wait right there and see if you'll come back. xD

On a side note..is this mexican caffeinated 'death' beer legit or are you guys just trollin'? Because the googles, they found nothin'. Well maybe it's just something that mexicans cook up to strip paint from walls, but gets sold in the states without proper labeling and is mistaken as beverage, killing people, melting their stomach and liver like acid. xD

Or is it something that you buy at night, in a town close to the border?..no..a desert highway, a battered wooden sign, faded letters 'Tres Feo' and a unregistered cellnumber written beneath. A shortmessage later..'route 87, milestone 143, 1am tmrw, _NO_ company'.

A cold night, a empty highway, milestone 140 passes by and dark red eyes flash up far ahead in the darkness, like a predator waiting for you, but they're only reflected of a 'broken' car from your headlights. You pull over and see a shady guy leaned next to the car. You get out and he eyes you even more careful. 'Feo' he whispers and you show him 3 fingers, the secret sign, he nods, walks by, looks into your car, opens the trunk, that you had left unlocked..nothing. He eyes the road north&south. A call from his cell, but it just rings, nobody picks up. He points to the hood of your car in a commanding fashion. But you already know the drill, you understand and lean against it and wait while his car comes back to life and disappears..

Time passes by..5 minutes, 10 or an hour? You don't know, time goes slow when you're alone in the desert, at night without any lights, because those are the rules and you know that these guys don't joke around.

A shabby old van rumbles down the road and stops right next to you. The side door opens, you see a few boxes covered in dust&dirt, a guy next to the door, another one somewhere in the back, both wear bandanas to conceal their faces and the one in the back has his hands awfully close to something that looks like a rifle..or a baseball bat, to dark, bad idea to find out. Your heart pounds hard as you slowly place a bundle of dollars on a box. The one in the front picks it up and counts it professionally by flipping through it close to his ear and then throws the bundle to the guy in the back. Two swift kicks and two heavy boxes fall into the soft sand, whirling up a cloud of dust. Screeching tires, a closing door and the shabby van is gone, faster than you would've expected.

There they are, two boxes of Tres Feo, 48 bottles, dirty and without labels, padded by straw. Black Gold that's illegal in 49 states and even just trying to buy it whether its on the road or online could put you in jail for years, but you know it's worth the risk and your eyes have this eerie shine, that nobody will ever see, while you put them into the trunk and drive away in silence, the desert doesn't hear, it doesn't know, won't tell..Tres Feo..