 especially at the port while Lorenzo was duty senior when it happened, his wife would never let him hear the end of it. A wife who he personally considered the very archetype of the fiery Latina. Which could be a good thing. And which could also be a not so good thing. Lorenzo had been burned by the not so good things so many times that he thought there must be fiery Latina burn scars on his brain. Besides, when she got riled up she shut the Gates of Paradise so tight a skinny starving molecule would have a tough time sneaking in. So he picked up the port intercom phone and called out to Chooljian, telling him to let the old man go. Chooljian, still a relatively new officer at San Luis and unsure of the local human geography, reluctantly agreed.

But then these goddamn ET dicks Pancho and Elvis had to stick their noses in and fuck everything up.

Elvis and Pancho weren't at San Luis to catch DUI's. They were after drugs. And, anyhow, DUI enforcement was a local law enforcement job. All they could do was call up the city dispatcher and have a local cop come over and do the DUI routine with the suspect. That wasn't the end of it, though. The DUI testing, though they didn't talk about it much to outsiders, could be hilariously entertaining and liven up an otherwise slow night with an extemporaneous show of inebriated rubber jointed acrobatics. Like the time the gymnastics coach at Kofa High School tried to show how sober he was by walking a straight line on his hands for the responding police officer. Which had an exciting and definitely unplanned ending. His hands slipped, he went head first into the pavement and knocked himself out colder than the walk-in cooler at Louie's Diner across the street. They had to call the San Luis EMTs and the guy ended up getting busted when he woke up in the Yuma Regional Medical Center where his embarrassed and very pissed off wife was working a 12 hour nursing shift in the ER.

But no such action this night. Elvis already had a solution. Calling the cops wasn't really necessary. Still, they couldn't let the guy go and drive off in the condition he was in. So. Solution. Grab the guy's car keys--it was after all Lorenzo's relative--and have someone come over and
especially at the port while Lorenzo was duty senior when it happened, his wife would never lease him learn the end of it. A wife who he personally considered the very original of the fiery Latina. Which could be a good thing. And which could also be a not thus good thing. Lorenzo had been burn by the not so good thing so many times that he think there must be fiery Latina burn scars on his brain. Besides, when she got riled up she shut the Gates of Paradise thus tight a skinny starving molecule would consume a tough time sneaking in. So he pick up the port intercom phone and called out to Chooljian, telling him to let the previous man go. Chooljian, still a relatively new officer at San Luis and unsure of the local human geography, reluctantly agreed. 

 But then these goddamn ET dicks Pancho and Elvis had to stick their noses in and fuck everything up. 

 Elvis and Pancho weren't at San Luis to catch DUI's. They were after drugs. And, anyhow, DUI enforcement was a local law enforcement job. All they could do was call up the city dispatcher and suffer a local cop come over and dress the DUI act with the defendant. That wasn't the end of it, though. The DUI testing, though they didn't talk about it much to outsiders, could be hilariously entertaining and liven up an otherwise slow nox with an extemporaneous show of inebriated rubber jointed acrobatics. Like the time the gymnastics coach at Kofa High School tried to show how sober he was by walking a straight agate line on his hand for the responding police officer. Which had an exciting and definitely unplanned ending. His hand slipped, he went head foremost into the pavement and knock himself out colder than the walk - in cooler at Louie's Diner across the street. They have to predict the San Luis EMTs and the guy ended up getting busted when he wake up in the Yuma Regional Medical Center where his embarrassed and very annoyed off wife was working a 12 hour nursing chemise in the ER. 

 But no such action this nox. Elvis already had a solution. Calling the cops wasn't very necessary. Still, they couldn't permit the guy go and repel off in the condition he was in. So. Solution. Grab the guy's car keys -- it was after wholly Lorenzo's relative -- and have someone come all over and
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BUt theN these GoddaMn eT dicks Pancho anD ElvIs had to stIck ThEir NoSes in ANd fuck EveRytHing up.

ELvis and pAncHo WEREn'T at San Luis to catch DuI'S. tHeY were aftEr drugS. anD, aNYhow, DUI eNfOrcEmenT WAs a loCal lAW eNforcemeNt job. ALL tHeY could dO wAs call Up The CitY dispATcheR and haVe a local Cop coME over and do the Dui routine with tHE sUSPeCT. ThaT waSn't the end of It, thOUgh. THe DUi TeStiNG, thouGh theY dIDn'T Talk about it much to ouTsIders, cOuld bE hilariously eNtertaininG AND liven up An otHErWIse slow night wiTh an eXtemporaneOUs show of InebrIated rubBer jointeD ACrobaticS. LiKe tHe tIme THE gYmnastics coacH AT KofA HIgh SchoOl tRied to sHow How SobEr hE wAs by walkiNg a straiGhT lInE oN hiS handS For the reSpOndInG poLice oFFicer. WHich hAd an ExCiTIng And defiNItELY unpLaNnEd enDinG. HIs hanDs slIPpeD, he went Head first IntO The pAvEmEnt and kNocked himself OuT colder thaN tHe wAlk-in cOOLer at LouIe's Diner across the street. tHey had tO caLl the san LUis EMTs anD thE guy enDed UP gettiNg bustEd wheN hE woKE Up in tHE yuMa REgIonal MedicAL cenTer whErE his EmbarraSsed and very pissed oFF wiFe was working a 12 HouR nurSINg ShiFT iN The eR.

bUt nO SUch action this niGht. Elvis alReADy Had a solutiON. CaLlIng the cOps wasn'T realLY necessAry. Still, tHey couldn'T lEt thE GUy gO and drive oFf in the cOndition hE Was in. sO. SOlutiOn. GRab the GuY's cAr keyS--it was AFteR all LOrenzo'S rElativE--and hAvE someone Come over and
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B ut t h e n the se g o dd amn ET d icks P a nc ho  and El vi s hadto  st ick  thei r  nos es inand fuck  ever y thing up.

Elv i s and Panchow er e n 't at S anLuis to cat ch D U I's.  The y  w ere after  drug s. An d , anyhow, DUI enfor ce ment w as alocal law enf orcement j o b .  All the y co u ld do was call up  thecity dispa t cher and  have  a local  cop come o ver anddothe  DU I r o u ti ne with the s u s pect .That wa sn' t the e ndofit,  th ou gh. The D UI testi ng ,th ou ghtheyd idn't ta lk  ab ou t i t muc h  to ou tside rs,co ul d  be  hilari o us l y  ent er ta inin g a nd  live n up anotherwi se slow n igh t  wit han  extemp oraneous show  o f inebriat ed  ru bber j o i nted acr obatics. Like the timet he gymn ast ics c oach  at KofaHig h Scho olt ried t o show  howso ber h e was b ywal ki ng a strai g h t l ine o nhishands f or the respondingp oli ce officer. W hic h ha d an  ex c it i ngan d  de f i nitely unplanne d ending.Hi s  h ands slipp e d,he  went h ead fir st in t o the p avement a nd knocke dhims e l f o ut colderthan the  walk-inc ooler at  Loui e's  Diner  a cro ss th e stre e t.Theyhad to  c all th e San  L uis EMTs  and the guy ended up g etting  bust edwhen he w oke upin the Yu ma R egional Me dic alCente r w h ere h is e m ba rra s sed a nd v e ry pissed of f w i f ewas working a 12hournur s ing sh iftin the ER.

But n o  such action t hisn i ght . E l visal ready had a so lut io n .  Calling  t he cops was n't real ly neces sary.Still,  they c o u ld n 't let  the  gu y go anddri ve off inth ec onditi on h ewas in . So.S olut i o n. Grab the guy' s car k eys-- i t w as af te r all L o renz o's relati ve--and hav e some onecomeover an d
 especially_at the_port while Lorenzo was_duty senior_when_it happened,_his_wife would never_let him hear_the end of it._A wife who_he_personally considered the very archetype of the fiery Latina. Which could be a good_thing._And which_could_also_be a not so good_thing. Lorenzo had been burned_by the_not so good things so many times that_he_thought there must_be fiery Latina burn scars on his brain. Besides,_when she got riled up she_shut the Gates_of_Paradise_so tight a skinny_starving molecule would have a tough_time sneaking in. So he picked_up the port intercom phone and called_out to Chooljian, telling him to_let the old man go._Chooljian, still_a relatively new officer at_San Luis and_unsure of_the local human_geography, reluctantly agreed.

But then these goddamn_ET dicks Pancho_and Elvis had to stick their_noses_in and fuck_everything_up.

Elvis_and Pancho_weren't at San_Luis_to catch_DUI's._They were after drugs. And, anyhow,_DUI_enforcement was a local law enforcement job._All they could do_was_call up the city_dispatcher and have a local_cop come over and do the_DUI routine_with the_suspect. That wasn't the end of it, though. The DUI testing,_though they didn't talk about it_much to outsiders, could_be hilariously_entertaining_and liven up_an_otherwise slow_night with an extemporaneous show of inebriated_rubber jointed_acrobatics. Like the time the gymnastics_coach at Kofa High_School_tried to show how sober he_was by walking a straight line_on his hands for the_responding_police_officer. Which had an exciting_and definitely unplanned ending. His hands_slipped, he went_head first into the pavement and knocked_himself_out colder than the walk-in cooler_at_Louie's Diner across the street. They_had_to_call the San Luis EMTs_and the guy ended up getting_busted when he woke up in the Yuma Regional_Medical Center where_his embarrassed and very pissed_off_wife_was working a 12 hour nursing shift in the ER.

But_no such_action this night._Elvis already had a solution. Calling the cops wasn't really_necessary. Still, they couldn't let the guy_go and drive off in the condition he was in. So._Solution. Grab the guy's car keys--it was after_all Lorenzo's relative--and have someone come over_and