While on a long bus ride, I met a young man named Edgar. Edgar began his journey north in the conflict ridden state of Michoacan, where rival cartels are battling each other and the Mexican Army at the same time. Edgar was traveling to Tijuana, where he was waiting to get his papers to cross the border north. It’s been years since he’s seen his mother, who works in the orchard fields of the agricultural San Joaquin Valley of California. Given his young age and his prominent tattoos, Edgar was constantly searched at the military checkpoints that the Mexican government has set up in an attempt to disrupt the flow of drugs and human trafficking heading north. For 36 hours we shared our interest for Molotov, a Mexican rock group, and other Latino bands. Snacks at local corner stores broke up the 36 tedious bus ride.