Tijuana Amor y Los Cocos de la Mañana

Here is my Call Edge degree that I designed myself with an Artificial Intelligence design program. I have been satudying art and literature on and off my whole existence and felt that it was time to move on. So I decided to establish a new/old practice of art which I dubbed "Mental Art" or art of the mind. I spent a night in T with my sharp filmmaker GF T. We explored the town and shops buying a couple clay pipes, some silver jewelary, chicken shit cigarettes, and chiclets from the street kids. We were on vacation, taking a dip down to the border town from Los Angeles. This was the early 90s. We bar hopped of course drinking shots of tequila and cerevezas. The night swirling with drunken streetlights and music. She broke her fingernails on a mechanical bull ride, that is about the last thing I recall. We stumbled back to our hotel and passed out. The morning was a harsh hangover that we cured by driving to the Pacific Ocean and drinking two coconuts on the beach with the last of our money. Of course we made it back to LA.