This thread reminds me of a kind of funny story... I was totally jacked in the mid-80s on a sust/deca/d-bol cycle... but like a fool I hadn't gotten all my juice before the cycle. TJ was an easy two hour drive so I hadn't been worried about starting without all my juice... but one thing came up and then another... so time started to stretch between shots... and all of a sudden I was two weeks late for my shot... so I shot down to TJ on a weekday afternoon... pretty much the time that tourist were few and only dex heads were prowling the pharmacias... I grabbed a bunch of sust redijects and some amps of Steris deca ($5 each back then)... and then I got a couple syringes. I tried to find a bathroom to boot up... after going two weeks I didn't even want to wait till I got back home... but finding a pisser in TJ is next to impossible... finally I found this shed type back alley bathroom ... and shot a couple cc's of sust and deca... I wasn't thinking anything of it... I was alone... and between shots I was just dropping the rigs on the floor... now remember... I am totally jacked at this point and wearing a cut off shirt that was worse than a wife beater... suddenly this little bitty Mexican kid comes sticking his head in the bathroom with his box of chiclets... he's about to make his bubble gum sales pitch... when he sees two syringes on the floor... and this muscle bond nutcase (me) booting a full syringe into my ass. I never realy knew what it was he shouted but it had to be the Mexican equivalent of "Oh sh-t!" And he was out of there in a flash. I couldn't stop laughing all the way back to LA.