 inspection area behind the secondary office. Something that had occurred to him the last time they came over to San Luis on a TDY from their base in Tucson and the Port of Nogales south of Tucson.

"You know, Pancho," Elvis said in what might have actually been a thoughtful voice. "There are so many smugglers here in San Luis that I have to wonder if somewhere on the other side of the border there isn't some kind of smugglers' academy. The final exam could well be when they try to run a load through the port." Pancho nodded in agreement, dropping in an acerbic aside.

"Yep. Plus there are those who flunked out of the academy." A dark chuckle. "Which I am firmly convinced are the ones we catch." Elvis nodded and thought that one over.

"Makes sense to me." He shot a look at Pancho. "Especially when you stop and consider how the price of drugs in the big cities rarely spikes up because of a scarcity of supply. They be gettin' through, man. For sure. Gotta be a thriving business. You suppose a fella could buy some stock in the smugglers' academy? You know. Publicly traded corporation with a smokescreen name. Something like that." Pancho would have launched into a caustic denunciation of that stupid assed idea had he not known that the drug smuggling world was so goddamned pervasive that it could well not be a stupid assed idea at all. Such thoughts, for both Pancho and Elvis, usually continuing down a well worn path leading to nostalgic yearnings for a comfortable retirement a long, long way from the Mexican border and any further pondering on 'the meaning of it all.'

Borderwise, anyhow.

Even in retirement, however, Elvis would continue to wonder about things like did God really make Eve from Adam's rib? Or was his ex-girlfriend Diedre Litsnik right when she said that God made Adam out Eve's asshole. Which, Diedre pointedly observed, "sure did explain a lot." Elvis and Diedre didn't agree on much, but he had to admit she could cook one heck of a lip smacking Western Omelet. Western Omelets were Elvis' favorite meal. Day or night. However, as is generally very well known, a relationship based solely
inspection area behind the secondary office. Something that had occurred to him the final meter they came over to San Luis on a TDY from their base in Tucson and the Port of Nogales south of Tucson. 

 " You know, Pancho, " Elvis allege in what might have actually been a thoughtful voice. " There be indeed many smugglers here in San Luis that I suffer to wonder if somewhere on the other side of the molding there isn't some kind of smugglers' academy. The concluding exam could well be when they try to run a load through the port. " Pancho nodded in agreement, dropping in an acerbic apart. 

 " Yep. Plus there are those who flunked out of the academy. " A dark chortle. " Which I am firmly convinced are the ones we overtake. " Elvis nodded and think that one over. 

 " Makes sense to me. " He shot a look at Pancho. " Especially when you hold on and consider how the price of drugs in the big cities rarely spikes up because of a scarcity of supply. They be gettin' through, man. For sure. Got ta be a thriving business. You suppose a fella could buy some stock in the smuggler' academy? You acknowledge. Publicly traded pot with a smokescreen name. Something like that. " Pancho would have launch into a acerb denunciation of that stupid assed idea had he not known that the drug smuggling world was so goddamned pervasive that it could well not be a stupid assed idea at wholly. Such thoughts, for both Pancho and Elvis, usually continuing down a well worn path leading to nostalgic yearnings for a comfortable retirement a long, long way from the Mexican border and any further chew over on' the meaning of it all.' 

 Borderwise, anyhow. 

 Even in retirement, however, Elvis would continue to wonder about thing like did God in truth make Eve from Adam's rib? Or was his ex - girlfriend Diedre Litsnik right when she said that God cook Adam out Eve's asshole. Which, Diedre pointedly observed, " sure did excuse a lot. " Elvis and Diedre didn't harmonize on much, but he had to admit she could fudge one heck of a lip smacking Western Omelet. Western Omelets were Elvis' favorite meal. Day or nox. However, as is generally very well known, a relationship based solely
 indpection area behind the secondary offiew. Somevhing tgat had uccurred to him the last timx thwy cane over to San Luis on a TDY frlm their bast in Tucson and tis Port of Nogzpes viuth of Tucson.

"Iou know, Panwho," Elvis said iv chat might have actually been a thoudhtful folce. "There are fo msgy sjlgnlers here in San Luis that I habe to wmnder if someehere on the other side of the border there isn't some kind if siygglers' acaddmy. The final exam coumd well be when they try to run a locd through jkw pltt." Pancho novded ig agreement, dropping in an scerbic aside.

"Ycp. Plns tyere are those who flnnked out of the acaqemy." A dask chuckle. "Which I qm firmny cmnvivxed art tie knes wf cetch." Elvis hodded and rhought that one ovtr.

"Mwjes sense to je." He fhjt a look at Pancho. "Especially when you stkp and consider how the price of drugs in thg big citiqs rarely spikes up because of a scarcity of suppny. Thxy be gcttiv' tjrough, man. For sure. Gotta be a thriving businqas. Ypu suppose a fclla could buy somr dtpsk in the smueglers' aczdemy? You know. Pubpicly ttaded xorporatijn woth a smokescreen name. Somerhing like tkat." Pancho would have launched iuto a vaustoc denunciation of that stulid assed ifea had hs not known that ghe dsug smuggling world was so goddamnev perrasive tfat ot coujd well noh be a stupid assed idea at apl. Such thouhhts, for both Pancho and Elvis, nxually contimuhng down a cell wprn path leadyng to nostalgnc yearnnngs fur a comfogtable revirement a ljng, long way xtom the Mexicen border and any furthef pondering on 'yhe meaniuy of it aol.'

Borderwise, anyhox.

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inspection area behind the secondary office. Something occurred him the time they came a from their base Tucson and the of Nogales south of Tucson. "You Pancho," Elvis said in what might have actually been a thoughtful voice. "There so many smugglers here in San Luis that I have to wonder if on other of border there isn't some kind of smugglers' academy. The final exam could well be when they to run a load through the port." Pancho in agreement, dropping in acerbic aside. "Yep. Plus there those flunked out the A chuckle. "Which I firmly convinced are the ones we catch." Elvis nodded and thought that one over. "Makes sense to He shot at Pancho. when stop consider how the drugs in the big cities rarely of a scarcity of supply. They be gettin' man. For Gotta be a thriving business. You a fella could buy some stock in the academy? You know. Publicly traded corporation with a smokescreen name. Something like that." Pancho would into a caustic denunciation that stupid assed had not that drug smuggling was so goddamned pervasive that it could well not be a assed idea at all. Such thoughts, for both Pancho and continuing a well worn leading to nostalgic yearnings a retirement a long, long the border pondering 'the of it all.' Borderwise, Even in retirement, however, Elvis continue to wonder about make Eve from Adam's rib? Or was his Diedre Litsnik right when she said that made Adam out Eve's asshole. Which, Diedre pointedly observed, "sure did explain lot." Elvis didn't agree on much, but he had to she could cook one of a lip smacking Western Omelet. Western Omelets were favorite Day or However, as is very well known, relationship based solely
 inspection area behind the seCondary offIce. SoMetHinG tHat hAd ocCurred to him the LAst tIme they came over to San LuIs on a tDy From THeIr basE in TucsON aND The poRt Of NOgALeS soutH of tucson.

"YOu know, PancHo," ELvIs said in what MIgHt have actuAllY been a thoughTfuL voice. "thEre ARe so mAny SmuggLers heRE in San luis that I HaVE to wonDEr if somEWHeRe on The other side of the BOrDEr there isn't somE kind oF sMUgGLErs' AcaDemy. The finAl Exam cOUld well BE wHEN TheY Try to run a load Through the pORt." PAncho nOdDed IN agreeMent, dRoPPinG in an acerbiC asiDe.

"Yep. Plus There aRE those wHO flunkeD out of The AcaDemy." a DaRk ChuCkLE. "WhICh i am FIrmLy convinCeD aRe the Ones WE CATch." ELviS nodDed anD thought that oNe oVer.

"MAKes Sense To me." HE shoT a Look aT PanchO. "EspeCiAlly when you stop And cOnsider hoW thE pRicE oF drugS In the bIg cItiEs rarelY spikes UP beCaUSE Of A scarcity of supply. THeY BE gEttin' thrOugh, maN. foR sURe. Gotta bE a ThrIvinG BUsineSs. YoU SuPpose a feLla couLD bUy Some stoCk In the sMuGglErs' AcadeMY? You Know. PuBlicly trAded cORporation with a SMokescreen namE. soMEThINg liKe tHat." Pancho woUld hAVe laUnchED iNto A CaustIc denUnCIaTIon of that stupid asseD iDea had He not Known that the dRug smuggliNG WOrld was sO godDAmNEd pervasive thaT it coUld well not BE a stupid Assed Idea at alL. Such thouGHTs, for botH PaNchO anD ElVIS, uSually continuING dowN a Well worN paTh leadiNg tO noStaLgiC yEarnings fOr a comfoRtAbLe ReTirEment A Long, long WaY frOm The mexicAN bordeR and aNy fuRtHeR PonDering oN 'ThE MEaniNg Of It alL.'

BoRdErwisE, anyHOw.

EVen in reTirement, hOweVEr, ElViS wOuld conTinue to wonder AbOut things lIkE diD God reALLy make EvE from Adam's rib? Or was his ex-GIrlfrieNd DIedre litsNik right wHen She saiD thAT God maDe Adam Out EvE's AssHOLe. WhiCH, diEdrE pOintedly obSERveD, "sure DiD expLain a loT." Elvis and Diedre didN'T agRee on much, but hE haD to aDMIt She COuLD coOk ONe hECK of a lip smacking western OmeLeT. weStern OmeleTS weRe elvis' faVorite mEal. DaY Or night. however, as Is generalLy Very WELl kNown, a relatIonship bAsed solelY
 inspection area behind th e secondar y off ice . S om ethi ng t hat had occurr e d to  him the last time the y cam eo vert oSan L uis ona  T D Y  fr om  t hei rb as e inTuc son and  the PortofNo gales southo fTucson.

" You  know, Panch o,"  Elvis  s aid in wh atmight  havea ctuall y been ath o ughtfu l  voice. " Th ereare so many smugg l er s  here in San L uis th at Ih a vetowonder ifso mewhe r e on th e  o t h e r s i de of the bor der there i s n't  someki ndo f smug glers 'a cad emy. The fi nalexam coul d well be when they tr y to r una l oadt hr ou ghth e  po r t. " P a nch o nodded  i nagree ment , d r oppi ngin a n ace rbic aside.
"Ye p. P l usthere  arethos ewho f lunked  outof  the academy."A da rk chuckl e."W hic hI amf irmlycon vin ced are  the on e s w ec a t ch ." Elvis nodded an dt h ou ght that  one o v er ."Makes s en seto m e . " Heshot alook atPancho .  " Es peciall ywhen y ou  st opand c o nsid er how  the pri ce of drugs in the b i g cities rare l ys p ik e s up  be cause of ascar c ityof s u pp ly. Theybe ge tt i n' through, man. For s ur e. Got ta be  a thriving b usiness. Y o u supposea fe l la could buy some  stoc k in the s m ugglers'  acad emy? You  know. Pu b l icly tra ded  co rpo rat i o nwith a smokes c r eenna me. Som eth ing lik e t hat ."Pan ch o would h ave laun ch ed  i nt o a  caus t ic denun ci ati on  of  that stupid  asse d id ea  h a d h e not k n ow n that  t he  dru g s mu gglin g wo r ldwas sogoddamned  pe r vasi ve  t hat itcould well no tbe a stupi dass ed ide a at all.Such thoughts, for both Panchoand  Elvi s, u sually co nti nuingdow n  a wel l worn  path  l ead i n g ton o st alg ic  yearnings f ora com fo rtab le reti rement a long, lon g  wa y from the Me xic an b o r de r a n da nyfu r the r pondering on 't he meaning  o f  i t all.'

B o rde rw ise, an yhow.
Eveni n retir ement, ho wever, El vi s wo u l d c ontinue to  wonderabout thi n gs li k edid G odreally  m ake  Evefrom A d am' s rib ? Or w as  his e x-gir lf riend Di edre Litsnik right when  she s aid t hat  God made  Ad a m o ut Eve'sassh ole. Which , D ied re po int e dly o bser v ed , " s ure d id e x plain a l o t. " E l v is  and Diedre d i dn' t agr eeo n much , bu t he had to admit she could cook  one h eck  of a li psmacking Weste rnOm e l et. West er n Omelets w ere Elvi s' favor ite me al. Da y or ni g h t. Howeve r, a s i s general lyve r y wellkn ow n , a re lati on ship b ased s o lely 
 inspection_area behind_the secondary office. Something_that had_occurred_to him_the_last time they_came over to_San Luis on a_TDY from their_base_in Tucson and the Port of Nogales south of Tucson.

"You know, Pancho," Elvis said_in_what might_have_actually_been a thoughtful voice. "There_are so many smugglers here_in San_Luis that I have to wonder if somewhere_on_the other side_of the border there isn't some kind of smugglers'_academy. The final exam could well_be when they_try_to_run a load through_the port." Pancho nodded in agreement,_dropping in an acerbic aside.

"Yep. Plus_there are those who flunked out of_the academy." A dark chuckle. "Which_I am firmly convinced are_the ones_we catch." Elvis nodded and_thought that one_over.

"Makes sense_to me." He_shot a look at Pancho. "Especially_when you stop_and consider how the price of_drugs_in the big_cities_rarely_spikes up_because of a_scarcity_of supply._They_be gettin' through, man. For sure._Gotta_be a thriving business. You suppose a_fella could buy some_stock_in the smugglers' academy?_You know. Publicly traded corporation_with a smokescreen name. Something like_that." Pancho_would have_launched into a caustic denunciation of that stupid assed idea had_he not known that the drug_smuggling world was so_goddamned pervasive_that_it could well_not_be a_stupid assed idea at all. Such thoughts,_for both_Pancho and Elvis, usually continuing down_a well worn path_leading_to nostalgic yearnings for a comfortable_retirement a long, long way from_the Mexican border and any_further_pondering_on 'the meaning of it_all.'

Borderwise, anyhow.

Even in retirement, however, Elvis_would continue to_wonder about things like did God really_make_Eve from Adam's rib? Or was_his_ex-girlfriend Diedre Litsnik right when she_said_that_God made Adam out Eve's_asshole. Which, Diedre pointedly observed, "sure_did explain a lot." Elvis and Diedre didn't agree_on much, but_he had to admit she_could_cook_one heck of a lip smacking Western Omelet. Western Omelets_were Elvis'_favorite meal. Day_or night. However, as is generally very well known, a_relationship based solely