Coming through Matamoroto/Brownsville on a bus, I was the only person to be singled out for for special treatment. My passport wasn't enough, they needed more documentation that I was in fact a real 'Murrican.
Me. The only blue eyed honkey on the bus.
The fact that I'd bummed a light for a smoke from the senior officer on duty is probably the only reason I wasn't probulated (God bless you, dude).
My payload of bootleg Tequila and switchblade knives made it through safely.
(This was a much longer, better written, post, but...refer to headline)
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