I was still drinking at this point. Probably two or three months after my my ex moved to LA. I was at at a cantina where a bottle of beer was only 12 pesos and here were free bar snacks. Puffy pretzel shaped Cheetos but bland until you add salsa. After about 500 pesos worth, I went for a walk with a new friend to the edge of town. We were by a dry riverbed or wash and he gave me a look that I’d seen before. I didn’t ser the knife but he had one. I didn’t have any money. He didn’t want my phone. He wanted my shoes. A dark blue pair of Puma or something I bought at Marshall Marshals for $12. He gave me his shoes in return which I reluctantly put on and walked home wearing, but REFUSING to tie.