It was a regular Friday night for me except that I tried to play some Xbox late at night. It was about 2am and I was laying on the couch more asleep than awake feeling like I wasn't alone or being watched; though that's not likely since I'm in my living room.

A cell phone rang Let me mention that I live in an attached house which means every sound travels through and the quietness in the middle of the night allowed it to almost echo as it rang.

I heard a voice speaking "hello" pause "who is this'' then comotion followed by "but where are you?" By now a good 10 minutes have passed. I am starting to get agitated. I came to be good friends with them on a daily basis and I also tattooed them. I can hear them cocking and reloading weapons every now and then. In the early morning hours I walked into my garage and listened as they ran out into separate cars. Hearing them leave, I opened the garage door to see what was going on, but I only saw them peeling out. I wondered what had happened. It was not even 10 minutes later when I heard them return and go inside. I heard them still on and off the phone, but I would not be aware of it until the next day. .It was evident to me growing up in south Orange County that violence was always in the news, and that the songs by the Movies talked about cartels and all that stuff. If you asked me I would have never imagined I would be where I am now with someone I had been good friends with for years.In order to explain how this all began, let me take you back a little bit. I arrived in Tijuana 2 years ago after leaving Guanajuato where I been past 4 years. I will come back to the reason I am in Mexico in the first place, which includes my American citizen family. So when I arrived in Tijuana, the first thing I thought of was how I used to say I would not live anywhere else other than Tijuana, but look how things turned out. New place, new everything, the neighbor moved out. He didn't tell me anything, but the next morning there was a family there, I was confused. I hadn't heard anything about it, and it was a couple and three kids but days passed.Eventually, I noticed certain things that seemed obvious to someone like me to be curtain-related, but hey, I had been there, done that, and who am I to judge? Obviously, I got used to the raspy loud voice from him, which I didn't mind at all.I still only knew from what I've seen so far, when he went one morning and after several months people began visiting, then the wife and kids left, and an older lady and a young man remained.I smoked heavily during the day and had noticed that every time they smelled the smoke, they seemed intrigued, until one day when I ran out of papers. The young guy happened to be walking by and I asked if he had any, and he handed me a pack. After that, he asked for papers, and I did the same. It wasn't long before I was tattooing him and was over every day

 he introduced a “cousin” for being mx they spent unlike anybody in mexico and seemed to not leave much they would buy 8th from dispensary in ca on daily whats an 8th to a California stoner right? Well in mexico your balling if your able to afford 50 dollar 8th in mexico i didn't mind smoking good bud but soon i told myself that i already knew what they did i was just oblivious he had extra truck in which we went off road with his and my family and then went on to lend me that truck for me to use completely. One afternoon he asked me if I could drive the jeep to the ranch . I asked if we were just dropping it off? So I took my son so he got out and they said yeah. We went on to the ranch now stupidly followed in being reckless and showing them whats up in driving rwd in the dirt had a blast too. But we had made a dust trail trough the ranch that u could see from a far as we got to destination it was younger guy in toyota rav4 the cousin in yamaha 250 fully build bike and my self and son in offroad jeep i noticed a cop truck coming down hill looking directly at our direction as he got out of toyota walked towards me with a grin on his face i said the cops witch he didn't comprehend from the rush of adrenaline from driving when i said a second time the cops when he looked there where around the corner he turned and rushed to his car and the cousin on the bike booked it hes on a bike cops roll up and ask for driver license witch the only person in the vehicles is my son is the passenger i answered license who's driving they asked where the bike went he had me get in the jeep and search the toyota from the hill i can see the cousin watching as they approched the trunk he came down and tried to derail but all of the sudden we see the cop turn around draw his weapon and point the other one grabbed ar15 from truck cocked and pointed at me we stood frozen i didn't have a clue what the fuck was going on long story short there was an ar 15 rifle in truck of toyota the cousin than says there visitors they dont know anything payed them 2500 dollars and everything went on as if it didn't happened that's when i confronted them that wtf why they exposed me and my son like that when i had clearly asked that's when i knew they were connected. I distance myself a bit week went by the older lady was mom to the cousin and the first guy that had been there in the beginning turns out he was in jail for killing a cop here in tj his brother witch was the cousin the younger guy introduced me too by now i knew pretty much there whole op by now i had met more of them and the mom would constant tell us about how the pleves never cleaned the house or shit like that that she was living with 2 young men that were not clean one day she was on the phone with him when he was looked up and i told her if your son ever needs to talk to someone ill hear him out i know what its like to be in there the next time he talked to her he asked to speak to me this is that loud raspy voice that moved in and then disappeared he was telling me about his mom that they were disrespecting his house and mom and to please watch over his mom. Witch i did to the point where since they were all that they thought i be intimidated but they were wrong they had me in front of their face telling them what's up that they were bitches and they wouldn't do anything because how big of a bitch they were i knew they hated me the pleves but only because i had befriended the 2 brothers and they respected me i think i'm here because i knew they carried weapons but that's the thing i told them they were bitches if they had balls to put gun down and lets get down neither of them did the mom told me had they plotted and how they wanted to get me but never did then all of the sudden he's out and living next door again since i had been there for the mom he and i became pretty close its almost as i was their only thing that made them feel normal because it was never about there work but if anything i was the only one who was truly being legit and real and the mom told me herself how they liked to come over with me but alone because when the rest were around they couldn't be themselves. When he was away a lady came with her 2 kids and stayed next door with him while he was in jail she was a delivery person and cash pick up did it for about a year when he got out back to that friday night I was talking about you meet people see them daily you maybe don't have personal connection but when they get executed believe me it hits you too that call was the 15 year old daughter calling asking yelling for help that's what the “but where are you was he was on the phone with her when she got executed with a bullet between the eyes while on the phone him that night. As all this happened the son happened to luckly hide under bed and witnessed his mom and sister executed and even one of the bullets that killed them manage to strike the cell phone he held as he tried to record from under the bed then ran out barefoot to safety.simply that's too much for today this one event of my life and its not from years ago its recent still.