Eric
“There’s been more and more Cartel presence at the border in the last six months. Rumor has it they’re moving in on Guzmán, El Chapo’s son.” One of the soldiers handed me a Gap polo, and I looked at him like he was nuts. “Remember, you might be dead, dude, but,” he looked at my new passport, “Chad Johnson, age thirty-one from Jacksonville, Florida, wears Gap and boat shoes with dress pants and Maui Jim sunglasses.” He gave me a brief grin, then his face fell back into its previous grim expression. The current situation was far from humorous, and chances were high we’d never make it through in one piece. The guy popped a piece of pink gum in his mouth and chewed loudly, and I allowed myself a quick smile. I couldn’t help but think how Mark would love this moment. People like us had to
