
No Shit There I Was: Crawling Through A Drug Tunnel Into Mexico
“Hola!” I said in a semi-boisterous, oh-shit type of voice to the machine gun-toting Mexican federales (Mexican Police) as I emerged from the drug tunnel into Mexico. I sure wasn’t in Kansas anymore. The H&K MP5-carrying federales stared at me in disbelief, likely asking themselves who this crazy gringo was.