i knew a girl from Tijeras once. she liked to steal gold wrist watches and $10 bills out of my wallet.
Her and her cute blonde haired friend left me tied up to a motel bed outside of Wasco with a quart of gin, two 20's and a 5 and took off with my shoes and my 66 sport fury; leaving a note in lipstick on the mirror that said "it's for your own good".
i've never been to Tijeras but i can imagine that if it's half as beautifully cruel as she was everyone should visit.