Reformed_journalist

Very powerful story. I used to belong to a club that rode vintage motor scooters. Old Italian Vespa two-stroke bikes. We would go to rallies which are basically large group rides that would generally end at a bar. One time we were at the Saturday night event at a bar and someone got hammered and thrown out of the bar. He refused to get into a cab because he didn't want to leave his bike. So a friend of his offered to ride his bike with him on the back and take him back to his hotel. The guy was so drunk he would have fallen of so in someone's stroke of ingenuity they got a long rope and tied him up to the back of the guy driving. Off they went into the night with the drunk tied up securely to the driver. They made it home but damn if alcohol doesn't make you do stupid things. I've quit drinking and have way more fun now. Thanks for sharing.

You mean he gotten more sullen looking?

I remember that place from years ago when I worked in El Paso. If I'm correct it's to the west of the center of Juarez and south of the Anapara area. I used to cover that area along with the Juarez cops during the early days of the serial killings.

Back when I was a photographer in El Paso, Sylvestre Reyes started the technique of stationing a BP agent within sight of each other just watching the border. Forget what it was called. I remember it working in cutting down the number of crossers but killed moral. Half the fun was chasing people through the neighborhoods. Used to see BP agents sitting in their trucks playing guitar. Do they still do that technique?

I spent a lot of time riding with BP at night across from Anapra (juarez). It was like hunting humans at night, riding in a suburban as someone directed us using their night scope, right to whatever bush they were hiding in.