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This morning while walking in Tijuana a truck went in reverse and pulled alongside me. Inside were a male driver and female passenger.
De donde eres? she asked (Where are you from?)
Thinking nothing of it I answered, California. Then she, rather unkindly, asked for specifics.
Los Angeles. Why? I wanted to know and asked who the hell was she?
That's when she held up an i.d. card and said they were the police.
Well, I said, you should identify yourselves; I need to know who I'm talking to.
A look at my identification put me in the clear and the pig with lipstick wished me a good day.
They must be on the hunt for an American Negro they think is hiding out among the natives....
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