 entry outside to an unused car lane. It was a week night. There wasn't much car traffic. Even less pedestrian traffic. It was pleasantly mild and quiet and we were all enjoying the respite from the noise and bustle and heat. I was lolling at the improvised outdoors pedestrian entry when a guy came walking up from Mexico. I immediately zeroed in him. This dude was something you almost never saw this time of the evening coming on foot from Mexico into San Luis, Arizona.

He was a white guy. A Rubio. A blond white guy. Very mainstream, middle class looking dude. And he was not only a young white guy, but a very fit and muscular looking young white guy. Which conjured up a single word in my skeptical border officer mind. Steroids. The Red Flag of Suspicion was already up before I even talked to the guy. But the alarm bells weren't going off quite yet. It was mid summer and the guy was dressed very lightly. T-shirt and shorts and shoes. So where was a guy going to hide steroids when he wasn't dressed much beyond beach basic? It didn't even seem that the Forbidden Zone--the crotch--could have concealed much beneath his light summer clothing. But he did have a small gym bag with him. That at least required a look see. So I called him over.

The guy identified himself as a U.S. citizen by the name of Breitenbach. I asked him what he was doing in San Luis. He said he was passing through the area and thought he'd go into Mexico to take a look around. Look around San Luis? Did this guy have an abnormally low entertainment threshold? There wasn't much of anything to see across the border on the Mexican side of San Luis unless you were into shabby buildings and denuded landscapes. For that matter, there wasn't much to see on the Arizona side of San Luis. I took a look in his bag. Nothing illegal. I asked him if he had any steroids. He said no. I wasn't so sure. There remained the possibility of the Forbidden Zone and I told the buff young dude I was going to do a quick pat down. I moved to begin the search. Up that point he had been pretty calm. No more. The guy's hands commenced a subtle but clearly visible shaking.

"Do you have anything hidden on your body?" I asked.

"No," he replied,
entry outside to an unused car lane. It was a week nox. There ben't much car traffic. Even less pedestrian dealings. It was pleasantly mild and placid and we were all enjoying the reprieve from the noise and bustle and heat. I was droop at the improvised outdoors pedestrian entry when a guy came walk up from Mexico. I immediately zeroed in him. This dude was something you almost never saw this time of the evening coming on animal foot from Mexico into San Luis, Arizona. 

 He was a white guy. A Rubio. A blond white guy. Very mainstream, middle course looking dude. And he was not merely a young blank guy, but a very fit and muscular looking young white guy. Which conjured up a individual word in my skeptical border officer mind. Steroids. The Red Flag of Suspicion was already up before I even talked to the guy. But the alarm bells weren't going off quite yet. It was mid summer and the guy was dressed very lightly. T - shirt and shorts and shoes. So where was a guy go to hide steroids when he wasn't trim a lot beyond beach basic? It didn't even appear that the Forbidden Zone -- the crotch -- could have concealed a lot beneath his light summer clothing. But he did accept a small gym cup of tea with him. That at least required a look see. So I called him over. 

 The guy identified himself as a U.S. citizen by the name of Breitenbach. I necessitate him what he was doing in San Luis. He said he was passing through the area and think he'd start into Mexico to take a look around. Look around San Luis? Did this guy have an abnormally gloomy entertainment threshold? There wasn't much of anything to see across the border on the Mexican side of San Luis unless you were into shabby buildings and denuded landscape. For that matter, there ben't much to see on the Arizona slope of San Luis. I took a expression in his bag. Nothing illegal. I ask him if he had any steroid hormone. He said no. I wasn't so sure. There remained the possibility of the Forbidden Zone and I distinguish the buff young dude I was going to do a quick pat down. I moved to begin the search. Up that point he had been reasonably calm. No more. The guy's hands commenced a elusive but clearly visible shaking. 

 " Do you have anything hidden on your body? " I asked. 

 " No, " he replied,
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 entry outside to an unused car Lane. It was a Week nIghT. ThErE wasN't muCh car traffic. EvEN lesS pedestrian traffic. It waS pleaSaNTly mILd And quIet and wE WeRE All EnJoYinG tHE rEspitE frOm the noIse and bustLe aNd Heat. I was lollINg At the improVisEd outdoors peDesTrian eNtRy wHEn a guY caMe walKing up FRom MexIco. I immedIaTEly zerOEd in him. tHIs Dude Was something you alMOsT Never saw this tiMe of thE eVEnING coMinG on foot froM MExico INto San LUIs, aRIZonA.

he was a white guY. A Rubio. A bloND whIte guy. veRy mAInstreAm, midDlE ClaSs looking duDe. AnD he was not Only a yOUng whitE Guy, but a Very fiT anD muSculAR lOoKinG yOUng WHiTe gUY. WhIch conjuReD uP a sinGle wORD IN my sKepTicaL bordEr officer mind. steRoidS. the red FlAg of SUspiCiOn was AlreadY up beFoRe I even talked to The gUy. But the aLarM bEllS wEren't GOing ofF quIte Yet. It waS mid sumMEr aNd THE GuY was dressed very ligHtLY. t-sHirt and sHorts aND sHoES. So where WaS a gUy goING to hiDe stERoIds when hE wasn't DReSsEd much bEyOnd beaCh BasIc? IT didn'T Even Seem thAt the ForBiddeN zone--the crotch--cOUld have conceaLEd MUCh BEneaTh hIs light summEr clOThinG. But HE dId hAVe a smAll gyM bAG wITh him. That at least reqUiRed a loOk see. so I called him oVer.

The guy iDENTified hiMselF As A u.S. citizen by the Name oF BreitenbaCH. I asked hIm whaT he was doIng in San LUIS. He said hE waS paSsiNg tHROuGh the area and tHOUght He'D go into mexIco to taKe a LooK arOunD. LOok around san Luis? DId ThIs GuY haVe an aBNormally LoW enTeRtaInmenT ThreshOld? ThEre wAsN't MUch Of anythINg TO See aCrOsS the BorDeR on thE MexICan Side of SAn Luis unlEss YOu weRe InTo shabbY buildings and DeNuded landsCaPes. for thaT MAtter, theRe wasn't much to see on the ArIZona sidE of san LuIs. I tOok a look iN hiS bag. NoThiNG illegAl. I askEd him If He hAD Any stEROiDs. HE sAid no. I wasn'T SO suRe. TheRe RemaIned the Possibility of the FoRBidDen Zone and I toLd tHe buFF YoUng DUdE i waS gOIng TO Do a quick pat down. i moved to beGiN ThE search. Up tHAt pOiNt he had Been preTty caLM. No more. the guy's haNds commenCeD a suBTLe bUt clearly vIsible shAking.

"Do yoU Have aNYtHing hIddEn on yoUr BodY?" I askEd.

"No," he REplIed,
 entry outside to an unuse d car lane . Itwas  awe ek n ight . There wasn't much  car traffic. Even les s ped es t rian tr affic . It wa s  p l e asa nt ly  mi ld an d qui etand wewere all e njo yi ng the respi t efrom the n ois e and bustle  an d heat .I w a s lol lin g atthe im p rovise d outdoor sp edestr i an entr y wh en a  guy came walking up from Mexico. I  immed ia t el y zer oed  in him. T hi s dud e  was so m et h i n g y o u almost neve r saw thist ime  of th eeve n ing co mingon foo t from Mexi co i nto San L uis, A r izona.He wasa whit e g uy.  A R u bi o.  Abl o ndw hi teg uy.  Very ma in st ream,  mid d l e clas s l ooki ng du de. And he wa s n ot o n lya you ng wh itegu y, bu t a ve ry fi tand muscular lo okin g young w hit eguy .Which conjur edupa singl e wordi n m ys k e pt ical border office rm i nd . Steroi ds. Th e  R ed Flag ofSu spi cion w as al read y  u p before  I eve n  t al ked toth e guy.  B utthe  alar m  bel ls wer en't goi ng of f  quite yet. It was mid summe r  a n d  t h e gu y w as dressedvery ligh tly. T- shi r t and  shor ts an d  shoes. So where wa sa guygoing  to hide ster oids whenh e wasn't d ress e dm uch beyond bea ch ba sic? It di d n't even  seem  that th e Forbidd e n  Zone--t hecro tch --c o u ld  have conceal e d  muc hbeneath  hi s light  su mme r c lot hi ng. But h e did ha ve  a  s ma llgym b a g with h im . T ha t a t lea s t requ ireda lo ok  s e e.So I ca l le d himov er .

T hegu y ide ntif i edhimself  as a U.S . c i tize nby  the na me of Breiten ba ch. I aske dhim  whath e  was doi ng in San Luis. He said he waspas singthro ugh the a rea  and t hou g ht he' d go i nto M ex ico t o tak e aloo karound. Lo o k  ar oundSa n Lu is? Did  this guy have ana bno rmally low en ter tain m e nt  th r es h old ?T her e wasn't much ofanything t os ee  across th e  bo rd er on t he Mexi can s i de of S an Luis u nless you  w erei n toshabby bui ldings a nd denude d  land s ca pes.For  thatma tte r, th ere wa s n't  much  to se eon the  Ariz on a side o f San Luis. I took a lo ok inhis b ag.  Nothingill e gal . I asked  him  if he had  an y s teroi ds. He sa id n o .I w a sn'tso s u re. There re mai n e dthe possibi l i t y o f the  Fo r bidden  Zon e and I told theb uff young dude  I w a s  go ing to d oa quick pat do wn.  I m oved tobe gin the sea rch. Upth a t poi nt hehad be en pret t y  c a lm. No  mor e.The guy's  ha nd s  commen ce da  subtl e bu tclearl y visi b le s h a king.

"Do you h ave a n y thing hid den o nyour bo d y?"I asked.
"No," he re plied, 
 entry_outside to_an unused car lane._It was_a_week night._There_wasn't much car_traffic. Even less_pedestrian traffic. It was_pleasantly mild and_quiet_and we were all enjoying the respite from the noise and bustle and heat._I_was lolling_at_the_improvised outdoors pedestrian entry when_a guy came walking up_from Mexico._I immediately zeroed in him. This dude was_something_you almost never_saw this time of the evening coming on foot_from Mexico into San Luis, Arizona.

He_was a white_guy._A_Rubio. A blond white_guy. Very mainstream, middle class looking_dude. And he was not only_a young white guy, but a very_fit and muscular looking young white_guy. Which conjured up a_single word_in my skeptical border officer_mind. Steroids. The_Red Flag_of Suspicion was_already up before I even talked_to the guy._But the alarm bells weren't going_off_quite yet. It_was_mid_summer and_the guy was_dressed_very lightly._T-shirt_and shorts and shoes. So where_was_a guy going to hide steroids when_he wasn't dressed much_beyond_beach basic? It didn't_even seem that the Forbidden_Zone--the crotch--could have concealed much beneath_his light_summer clothing._But he did have a small gym bag with him. That_at least required a look see._So I called him_over.

The guy_identified_himself as a_U.S._citizen by_the name of Breitenbach. I asked him_what he_was doing in San Luis. He_said he was passing_through_the area and thought he'd go_into Mexico to take a look_around. Look around San Luis?_Did_this_guy have an abnormally low_entertainment threshold? There wasn't much of_anything to see_across the border on the Mexican side_of_San Luis unless you were into_shabby_buildings and denuded landscapes. For that_matter,_there_wasn't much to see on_the Arizona side of San Luis._I took a look in his bag. Nothing illegal._I asked him_if he had any steroids._He_said_no. I wasn't so sure. There remained the possibility of_the Forbidden_Zone and I_told the buff young dude I was going to do_a quick pat down. I moved to_begin the search. Up that point he had been pretty calm._No more. The guy's hands commenced a subtle_but clearly visible shaking.

"Do you have anything_hidden on your body?"_I_asked.

"No," he replied,