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CHAPTER 7
     
    Felipe pulled the Ford Festiva over to the side of the road to watch the border agents like Ernesto said. He felt a freaky, sketchy adrenaline high flood through his veins knowing he was about to cross the border with over four hundred pounds of narcotics. Felipe remembered how Ernesto had found the best border guard to have in the palm of his hand at this corridor into the U.S…. That was five years ago. Felipe thought about how he married the agent’s daughter and they had a daughter of their own now. Felipe remembered how as soon as he saw an opportunity to help her father when financial problems arose, he seized it. All it took was a little finesse from there. Ricardo the agent was just like most people, he worshipped money. Ricardo was a lot more cunning then the rest of the naive agents he worked with and had the most clout so it was a good match.
    Felipe studied Ricardo and he didn’t look any different than normal, none of the other agents did either, so he made the call to get the caravan started. A couple minutes later he pulled the Festiva into traffic, just ahead of the eighteen wheeler and the Honda. It was six p.m., right before shift change. Ernesto had it planned that way figuring the border agents would be less prone to be as vigilant since they wanted to leave—Human nature. Felipe inched toward the checkpoint and stayed calm thinking about how low his profile was in the little blue car. The border agent pretended to scrutinize Felipe for the appropriate amount of time and waved him through. The same thing happened for Javier in the eighteen wheeler and then Jefe in the Honda—The American dream.
    Felipe lined up some speed to snort already on the edge of his seat. He loved speed ever since they’d learned how to cook the product from the biker gang. Felipe snorted a healthy portion and checked his nose in the mirror and felt like a movie star. This life was meant for a movie. As the speed made its way to his brain Felipe told himself what he always did about speed. That it wasn’t bad, people were. The drug brought out in you what was already there… further. If you could handle it you could get a lot of stuff done in a short time but your true colors would show through to the sagacious eye.
    Smoking a Camel wide cigarette Felipe thought about his mother in heaven. She had raised him Catholic, God rest her soul. She loved everyone, saw the good in people well before others pointed out the bad and was very compassionate. All of that didn’t help her avoid poverty, getting beat up and raped by his father though. After he killed him Ernesto pulled him into the just starting cartel. Felipe looked at his uncle like a hero who took on the world to bring money to their poverty stricken town of dirt and heat. Songs were made and sung by the mariachis as a tribute to how much he helped out the town and his countrymen. The message was clear in Felipe’s mind when he philosophized on it. The Americans thought they were God. They created laws faster than good sense could catch up along with passing judgment like they were without sin. It was poetic justice that the Americans created the demand for drugs and made their kid’s want to experiment with them more for making them so taboo! The more the U.S, raved about the war on drugs the more kids rebelled by using them. It was like a challenge. It created an unstoppable underground culture and the wave Felipe was happy to ride. Felipe continued to study the road for cops but didn’t see the magnificent eagle flying high above him.
    From up there, you could see Felipe in his small blue Ford Festiva with three conspicuously placed antennas a half a mile ahead of Javier in the eighteen wheeler, looking a lot more rugged than the more regulated California ones, and, then Jorge in the back in the blue Honda with another three conspicuous antennas on an otherwise deserted freeway as dusk

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