 of officers on the floor with the naked Fleshmound still plunked smack in the middle of the pile. Matchstick stood still as the reproduction statue of Quetzalcoatl in the Chinga Los Gringos clubhouse in South Tucson, her mouth dropped so wide open a regulation sized softball would have had at least a slim chance of fitting into it.

"No one," she finally sputtered. "Absolutely no one is ever gonna believe this.

"Sweet Jesus," she finally said, her temporarily benumbed verve roaring back to life. "What the fuck is this? An impromptu border mosh pit? Did somebody put LSD in the drinking water? Am I really seeing this? Is this really real? Am I going to be called as a witness in some kind of trial, possibly criminal, that will undoubtedly come out of this? "Anyhow," she said in a voice as sharp as Jack the Ripper's razor, "we still have a secondary lot full of cars." Another withering blast furnace look. "And NO INSPECTORS to search them."

Elaine actually had to jump out of the way as Elvis, Pancho and Michelle erupted quicker than Mount Etna when its magna chamber hit the overflow valve and were out the door and into the secondary lot. They were immediately totally immersed in searching cars with an intensity probably never seen anywhere on the entire border. With the possible exception of when the President of the United States came on an inspection tour of the Southwestern border ports. Elaine, realizing almost too late that she might have put herself in an awkward situation, did a nifty 180 degree turn on her boot heels and was out the door in an Elaine flash after them.

Only Tony and Copro remained. And also, as both Tony and Copro's eyes slowly turned to focus on him with the acuity of a steely eyed bombardier in an old WWII movie, was none other than Afghan War vet and also, as Armen had unfortunately let everyone know, a veteran of a good deal of shit shoveling back home on the farm, Armen Chooljian. A smile started to spread across Tony's face. Armen, who had shown himself to be an obdurate thickhead nearly as dense as the other thickheads who had so recently done a chickenshit blitz out of the detention cell, would do just fine.

"You're it, Armen," he said
of officers on the floor with the naked Fleshmound still plunked bang in the center of the atomic pile. Matchstick stood however as the replica statue of Quetzalcoatl in the Chinga Los Gringos clubhouse in South Tucson, her mouth dropped so wide overt a regulation sized softball would have had at least a slender chance of fitting into it. 

 " No one, " she last sputtered. " Absolutely no one is ever gon na think this. 

 " Sweet Jesus, " she finally said, her temporarily benumbed verve roaring back to life. " What the fuck is this? An impromptu boundary line mosh pit? Did somebody put LSD in the drinking urine? Am I really seeing this? Is this really actual? Am I going to be called as a witness in some kind of trial, possibly criminal, that will undoubtedly derive out of this? " Anyhow, " she said in a voice as sharp as Jack the Ripper's razor, " we still have a secondary lot full of cars. " Another withering blast furnace look. " And NO INSPECTORS to search them. " 

 Elaine actually had to jump out of the way as Elvis, Pancho and Michelle erupt quicker than Mount Etna when its magna chamber hit the overflow valve and were out the doorway and into the junior-grade lot. They were immediately totally immersed in searching car with an volume probably never seen anywhere on the integral border. With the possible exception of when the President of the United States came on an inspection tour of the Southwestern border ports. Elaine, realizing almost too late that she might have put herself in an awkward site, did a bang-up 180 academic degree bend on her boot heels and was out the door in an Elaine flash after them. 

 Only Tony and Copro remained. And also, as both Tony and Copro's eye slowly turned to focus on him with the acuity of a steely eyed bombardier in an honest-to-god WWII movie, was none other than Afghan War vet and besides, as Armen had unfortunately let everyone know, a veteran of a good deal of damn shoveling back home on the farm, Armen Chooljian. A smile start to spread across Tony's face. Armen, who had shown himself to be an obdurate thickhead nearly equally dense as the other thickheads who had so recently serve a chickenshit blitz out of the detention cell, would do just fine. 

 " You're it, Armen, " he said
 of officers on the floor wlth the naked Flgsymound still plunked smack in the middle of the 'ile. Matcystick stood still as ghe reprofuction wtatne of Quetzalcoavm in thc Chihna Lov Gringos clubhpuse in Sogth Tucson, her muuch dropped so wide open a regulation sized xovtball would hwve nwd af least a slim chance of fitting ihto it.

"Nm one," she finslly sputtered. "Absolutely jo oje is ever gonna bflieve this.

"Wweee Jesus," she fknally said, her temporzrily benumbed verve roaring bazk to life. "What tye vock is this? En impgomptu border mosh pid? Did spmebody put LSC ii thw drinking water? Am I really seeing thif? Is this rzally real? Am I going ti be wallad ar a dithexs in sole iind of trjal, possiblt criminal, that wilk tbdoubtedly coje out os this? "Anyhow," she said in a voice as shdrp as Jack the Ripper's razor, "we still have a sgcondary ljt full of cars." Another withering blast furnace lmok. "Aid NO IKSPEZROGS to search them."

Elaine actually had to jump jht on the way as Elvls, Pancho and Michrlpe grupted quicket than Mouht Etna when its mwgna chwmber hit the jverglow valve and were out the door and inno tye secondary lot. Tkey were immzdiateky toyally immersed in searcking czrs with an intensitg probably never reek atywhere on the entire bordqr. With tie poxsible dxcektion os when the Preslgent of the United Statgs cama on an indpection tour of the Southwesteci border portx. Alapne, realiving akmost too latq that she migkt have 'ut hefself in ah awkwacd situation, did a nifty 180 fegree turn mn her bjot yeelw and wxr out the door in an Elcnne flash after them.

Only Toky ana Copro remained. Ane also, as both Yonh agd Cppwm's eyes slowny tjrndc to wocus on hin witn the acuity of a staely eyed bombardier im wn old WQII moviq, was none otner than Afghan Wag vet anv also, as Armen had unfortunately let eberyone kjow, a veteran os a nood deal of skit shoveling back home on the farm, Armei Chooljian. A smile staeted to spread acroxx Tony's facx. Armeg, who had shown himself to be an obdurate thiclhead nearly as dense as tha othfr thickheads who had so recently done a chickenshit blitz out of the detwntion cell, would so jist fpne.

"Vou'xe it, Awmen," ie said
of officers on the floor with the still smack in middle of the the statue of Quetzalcoatl the Chinga Los clubhouse in South Tucson, her mouth so wide open a regulation sized softball would have had at least a chance of fitting into it. "No one," she finally sputtered. "Absolutely no one ever believe "Sweet she finally said, her temporarily benumbed verve roaring back to life. "What the fuck is this? impromptu border mosh pit? Did somebody put LSD the drinking water? Am really seeing this? Is this real? I going be as witness in some of trial, possibly criminal, that will undoubtedly come out of this? "Anyhow," she said in a voice sharp as Ripper's razor, still a lot full of withering blast furnace look. "And NO them." Elaine actually had to jump out of way as Pancho and Michelle erupted quicker than Etna when its magna chamber hit the overflow and were out the door and into the secondary lot. They were immediately totally immersed cars with an intensity never seen anywhere the border. the exception of the President of the United States came on an inspection tour the Southwestern border ports. Elaine, realizing almost too late that have herself in an situation, did a nifty degree on her boot heels out door flash them. Tony and Copro remained. also, as both Tony and eyes slowly turned to acuity of a steely eyed bombardier in an WWII movie, was none other than Afghan vet and also, as Armen had unfortunately let everyone know, a veteran a good shit shoveling back home on the farm, Armen A smile started to across Tony's face. Armen, who had shown himself to an thickhead nearly dense as the thickheads who had recently done a out of detention would "You're it, Armen," he said
 of officers on the floor with tHe naked FleShmouNd sTilL pLunkEd smAck in the middle OF the Pile. Matchstick stood stiLl as tHe REproDUcTion sTatue of qUeTZAlcOaTl In tHe cHiNga LoS GrIngos clUbhouse in SOutH TUcson, her moutH DrOpped so widE opEn a regulatioN siZed sofTbAll WOuld hAve Had at Least a SLim chaNce of fittInG Into it.

"nO one," she FINaLly sPuttered. "AbsolutelY No ONe is ever gonna bElieve ThIS.

"SWEEt JEsuS," she finallY sAid, heR TemporaRIlY BENumBEd verve roarinG back to life. "wHat The fucK iS thIS? An impRomptU bORdeR mosh pit? Did SomeBody put LSd in the DRinking WAter? Am I Really SeeIng This? iS tHiS reAlLY reAL? AM I gOIng To be callEd As A witnEss iN SOME kinD of TriaL, possIbly criminal, tHat Will UNdoUbtedLy comE out Of This? "ANyhow," sHe saiD iN a voice as sharp aS JacK the RippeR's rAzOr, "wE sTill hAVe a secOndAry Lot full Of cars." ANOthEr WITHeRing blast furnace loOk. "aND No INSPECToRS to sEArCh THem."

ElainE aCtuAlly HAD to juMp ouT Of The way as elvis, PANcHo And MichElLe erupTeD quIckEr thaN mounT Etna wHen its maGna chAMber hit the overFLow valve and weRE oUT ThE Door And Into the secoNdarY Lot. THey wERe ImmEDiateLy totAlLY iMMersed in searching caRs With an IntenSity probably nEver seen anYWHEre on the EntiRE bORder. With the posSible Exception oF When the PResidEnt of the united StaTES came on aN inSpeCtiOn tOUR oF the SouthwestERN borDeR ports. ELaiNe, realiZinG alMosT toO lAte that shE might haVe PuT hErSelF in an AWkward siTuAtiOn, Did A niftY 180 Degree Turn oN her BoOt HEelS and was OUt THE dooR iN aN ElaIne FlAsh afTer tHEm.

ONly Tony And Copro rEmaINed. ANd AlSo, as botH Tony and Copro'S eYes slowly tUrNed To focuS ON him with The acuity of a steely eyed bOMbardieR in An old wWII Movie, was nOne Other tHan aFghan WAr vet aNd alsO, aS ArMEN had uNFOrTunAtEly let everYONe kNow, a vEtEran Of a good Deal of shit shovelinG BacK home on the farM, ArMen CHOOlJiaN. a sMIle StARteD TO spread across ToNy's face. ArmEn, WHo Had shown hiMSelF tO be an obDurate tHickhEAd nearlY as dense aS the other ThIckhEADs wHo had so recEntly donE a chickenSHit blITz Out of The DetentIoN ceLl, wouLd do juST fiNe.

"You'Re it, ArMeN," he saiD
 of officers on the floorwith the n akedFle shm ou nd s till  plunked smack in t he middle of the pile.  Matc hs t icks to od st ill ast he r epr od uc tio ns ta tue o f Q uetzalc oatl in th e C hi nga Los Grin g os  clubhouse  in  South Tucso n,her mo ut h d r opped  so  wide  opena  regul ation siz ed softba l l would h av e ha d at least a slim ch a nce of fitting  intoit . 
" N o o ne, " she fina ll y spu t tered." Ab s o l ute l y no one is e ver gonna b e lie ve thi s. 

" S weet J esus, "s hefinally sai d, h er tempor arilyb enumbed verve r oaring  ba ckto l i fe ."Wh at the fu cki s t his? Anim pr omptu  bor d e r mosh  pi t? D id so mebody put LS D i n th e  dr inkin g wat er?Am  I re ally s eeing  t his? Is this re ally  real? Am  Igo ing  t o bec alledasa w itnessin some kin do f tr ial, possibly crim in a l ,that wil l undo u bt ed l y come o ut  of  thi s ?  "Any how, "  s he saidin a v o ic eas shar pas Jac kthe  Ri pper' s  raz or, "w e stillhavea  secondary lot full of cars. "  A n o th e r wi the ring blastfurn a ce l ook. "A ndN O INS PECTO RS to search them."

Elai ne  actua lly h ad to jump ou t of the w a y as Elvis , Pa n ch o  and Michelleerupt ed quicker than Mou nt Et na whenits magna c hamber h itthe  ov erf l o wvalve and wer e outth e doorand  into t hesec ond ary  l ot. Theywere imm ed ia te ly  to tally immersed  i n s ea rch ing c a rs wit h aninte ns it y  pr obablyn ev e r  see nan ywhe reon  theenti r e b order.With thepos s ible  e xc eptionof when the P re sident ofth e U nitedS t ates cam e on an inspection tour of theSou thwes tern  border p ort s. Ela ine ,  reali zing a lmost  t ool a te th a t  s hemi ght have p u t  he rself  i n an  awkwar d situation, did a nif ty 180 degree  tu rn o n he r b o ot hee ls and w as out the door  in an Ela in e  f lash after the m. 

OnlyTony an d Cop r o remai ned. Andalso, asbo th T o n y a nd Copro's  eyes sl owly turn e d tof oc us on  hi m with  t heacuit y of a ste ely e yed bo mb ardier  in a nold WWII  movie, was none otherthan A fghan  Wa r vet and  al s o,as Armenhadunfortunat ely  le t eve ryo n e kno w, a ve ter a n ofa go o d deal of sh its h ov eling backh o m e o n the  fa r m, Arm en C hooljian. A smile started to spr eada c ros s T o ny's  f ace. Armen, wh o h ad s hown him se lf to be an  obdurat et hickh ead ne arly a s dense a st he oth er t hic kheads wh o h ad so rece nt ly done a  chi ck enshit  blitz outo f  the detention c ell,w o uld d o  ju st fi ne .

"You ' re i t, Armen,"  he said
 of_officers on_the floor with the_naked Fleshmound_still_plunked smack_in_the middle of_the pile. Matchstick_stood still as the_reproduction statue of_Quetzalcoatl_in the Chinga Los Gringos clubhouse in South Tucson, her mouth dropped so wide_open_a regulation_sized_softball_would have had at least_a slim chance of fitting_into it.

"No_one," she finally sputtered. "Absolutely no one is_ever_gonna believe this.

"Sweet_Jesus," she finally said, her temporarily benumbed verve roaring_back to life. "What the fuck_is this? An_impromptu_border_mosh pit? Did somebody_put LSD in the drinking water?_Am I really seeing this? Is_this really real? Am I going to_be called as a witness in_some kind of trial, possibly_criminal, that_will undoubtedly come out of_this? "Anyhow," she_said in_a voice as_sharp as Jack the Ripper's razor,_"we still have_a secondary lot full of cars."_Another_withering blast furnace_look._"And_NO INSPECTORS_to search them."

Elaine_actually_had to_jump_out of the way as Elvis,_Pancho_and Michelle erupted quicker than Mount Etna_when its magna chamber_hit_the overflow valve and_were out the door and_into the secondary lot. They were_immediately totally_immersed in_searching cars with an intensity probably never seen anywhere on the_entire border. With the possible exception_of when the President_of the_United_States came on_an_inspection tour_of the Southwestern border ports. Elaine, realizing_almost too_late that she might have put_herself in an awkward_situation,_did a nifty 180 degree turn_on her boot heels and was_out the door in an_Elaine_flash_after them.

Only Tony and Copro_remained. And also, as both Tony_and Copro's eyes_slowly turned to focus on him with_the_acuity of a steely eyed bombardier_in_an old WWII movie, was none_other_than_Afghan War vet and also,_as Armen had unfortunately let everyone_know, a veteran of a good deal of shit_shoveling back home_on the farm, Armen Chooljian._A_smile_started to spread across Tony's face. Armen, who had shown_himself to_be an obdurate_thickhead nearly as dense as the other thickheads who had_so recently done a chickenshit blitz out_of the detention cell, would do just fine.

"You're it, Armen," he_said