Learning to Appreciate

I had gone down to Tijuana with a girlfriend of mine, and we went up to hit the streets of "Revolution" as always... as such, we began drinking and having a ball as always! After finding a club that wasn't overcrowded with "free cover" for the ladies... we entered and continued drinking.

As my friend motioned me to leave, a girl purposely bumped into me and spilled beer in my hair, instead of apologizing, she cussed at me in Spanish and then we began fighting. Kicked out by security my friend and I were back on the main street of Revolution.

As we began walking, thinking about catching a cab and crossing back over the border, we noticed the two girls that had fought with us in the club walking right ahead. My friend took off her stilettos and ran after the biggergirl, jumping on her and beating her with stilettos. To even out the 2:1 fight, I too began punching these girls, kicking and all the hoo-hah that goes along. The problem with this whole fiasco? We were in the middle of the intersection!

The police immediately drove up and picked the 4 of us (me and my friend, along with the 2 girls we were fighting) and drove us down to the station. After 2 hours of Spanish discussion (which my friend understood while I remained clueless) they deemed it necessary we just go to jail.

Unlike American jails, or jails in many places in the world, we were greeted with a bed (made of steel), a hole for a toilet, no blankets or anything although we freezed our butts off. The two girls were placed in the next cell, although it didn't really matter since all the cell doors were open--and there were both males and females locked up in this place. I remember being so cold that we had to stay together just to keep warm since everything was steel or concrete, it was winter, we were in "club" attire... and the window was open. We stayed there for several hours before we received food, and we managed to beg a guy in there for his spiderman blanket. That week happened to be a 3 day weekend, and we were told we would not even be considered for bail until Monday. After many collect calls, and many tears, along with intense shivers, the police agreed to talk to us and the two girls. Although I never really understood what was said (I only took Spanish 101!) we were simply told to apologize to the two girls, and they to us... then we were let go.

Walking across that border was a blessing for me and the luxuries like my blanket and my matress held so much more meaning for me than they had in the past because I had gone over 24 hours with absolutely nothing.

irresistabelle irresistabelle
22-25, F
4 Responses Jul 10, 2007

I am glad you learned from your mistake.

You are truly correct! I really learned a LOT from this experience, and I think if jail really was like that in the US... perhaps it would really change things and lower the chance of people going back to jail. After that experience I still get scared going down to TJ even in the middle of the day :)

After your description of the jail, I wish American jails were more like this! Perhaps there wouldn't be prison overloads with Repeat Offenders! Although, I admit your experience was rough, and the offence not major. But for more serious crimes I think this would be JUSTICE! And before someone thinks I'm being too judgemental, let me just say, I've been through the prison system with family members. Had they learned their lesson the first time it would have saved the rest of us the heartache, expense, (yeah, believe it or not there is an expense to keeping someone supported in jail!), and the time put out on these people!

That sounds like quite an adventure for you ! Something that will always stay with you I bet. I bet you treasure your blanket everyday now :)