now crossin' south a the border..well hell lets face it who ever smuggles anythin' into mexico....an so's the getting' in is the easy life...but getting' back out ...well...it may be costly if'n one is in the way a not wantin' ta draw attention ta oneself an the cargo bein' in the way a delivery...so's when ol'betty an I was comin' on close ,it was in my mind ta be on the unawares bein' that I was goin' in...but as we was decendin' speeds unknown before now ta the earth..it hit liken ta a lead balloon bein in the way a savin' your ass if'n ya neaqded ta fly in escape.....an well...it hit upon my smitten face that we was loaded right prior ta leavin' an it had behoved me ta get the dirt on the load an so's I was in the unawares state that I came ramroddin' into the border crossin'..an doin' a slide bleedin' skid upon said approach was not in the eyesight a hidden an so's this was the effect placed inta the state a mind a the border guards..

truck drivin' man gone wild...so's as them border guards with an exaggerated sense a position done did the ritual hand raisin' in the international sign a STOP..we did..they approached with that look a “i know you all illegal an we are gonna find out how bad...” set firm on the chiseled jaw...an said them ill fated words every truck drivin' man in the international truck drivin' man's local hates ta hear...'”whats in the rig..'or' what ya haulin' in there...” they all expect the worst an well...sometimes they should....so's with nothin' ta do but wing it,i reached down an grabbed the paper work an the said 'bill a laden' pulled it up ta my face...kinda squinted ta draw me some time an looked at that there 'bill a laden' an spoke right off a that 'bill a laden' an said...”tiny toy helicopters...2000 of'em”...now sayin' it don't make it so ..but I was a wishin' ta all hell it be so then an..with a slight twist a the lip the border guard looked at me an kinda chuckled his remark..” a load a toy's huh'”...an I said back 'well ya that's what it say's”...he said open it an I said .....ooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaay...what ever else at hand was not bein' shown an so's with the stagger a the not-so-confident ,i climbed on down an then swaggered my way on back..takin' my time without the look a takin' my time..an why was way beyond as I knew if it weren't so...that bein' the look a toy helicopters reflectin' it's tiny image as we opened them door's..an bein' some other form a contraband an illegals,lookin back at us that ol'slick would be up the river in a sinkin' boat..let alone paddles..so as them doors swung wide what was ta be seen was hundreds a boxes a tiny toy helicopters from 'the tiny toy helicopters are us Co'...an as i looked at the guard his disappointment shown like bad teeth on ms.universe...so's he angrily say's “so where are ya goin' “...an I told him bout the shy town south..an he said “well get the damn thing outta here..hear?”...yes sir I reply an get back in ol'betty fire the girl up an pull on out...the navigatin' left ta me was on memory as we hit the first turn an outta the mind came the run I made with Mexico bob...never again is all I can say...an as that thought was doin a pinball in my head the sight a headlamps a comin ' from behind at a rapid rate was ta take me inta mexico an the dangers there of...with that ol'moon shinin' down an the mexican breeze blowin' it was with my hand on my protection that I saw them headlamps comin' on....