I don’t really know where that is. I assume Arizona. An armed mob was pursuing me on the freeway. I was driving south from Las Vegas through Los Angeles, and when I reached San Diego, I think one of them failed to take the last exit before the border crossing — you know how they take down some of the road signs and vandalize others — and was arrested on the Mexican side in Baja California.
The San Diego police offered me no assistance whatsoever, and told me to get out of town. I drove east, and attempted to contact some of my family who were staying in the area. They offered me no assistance either, and I was warned secretly not to contact them again, but instead to flee for my life.
I spent the night at a rest stop somewhere in Arizona, and I am not entirely sure, but I think someone had started tampering with my car in the dead of night.
I woke up, panicked, started my car, drove off with a bump-bump, and did not stop until my car broke down in Houston, Texas, where I pulled into the parking lot of a rather swanky hotel.
The hotelier seemed to know “too much” about what had happened to me, but he let me park there until my car cooled down, at which point I was able to continue on.
Someone may have tried to murder me and didn't make it, I am still not really sure. That is too close to Mexico and too close to a point of civil unrest where martial law prevails over state and federal district court.
