a beauty queen from Carlsbad was dropped off at Lea Regional Hospital in Hobbs, NM. Her arm had been cut off by a propeller on a drug run to Mexico. Since the prop had cut the arm off so clean, her wound was catheterized, thus she was fortunate to live. I never have found her story on the Internet or found traces of her history, but it was during that Wild West Time in the seventies.
Later, it was seeds taken to Guaymas (not by me) to set up pot plantations, wrecking yards set up in El Paso to move cocaine, bikers from Albuquerque, moving heroin north, etc. But it was all staged in W. Texas or NM to expedite the food chain. Leaders to the very top of NM politics, engaged in coke and N. Korean politics, superstars on the TV circuits, voted for by just a few.
A lot people came to W. Texas to be beauty queens, or picked as politicians from a very sparse population so they could be someone. If you moved into a small town in the middle of nowhere, had New Hampshire, Maine, New York plates, you got it. They didn't belong but were still working.
Later "Breaking Bad", kind've told a fictional story of El Paso to Albuquerque/Santa Fe. Everyone knew that Arizona was not involved in that corner of the world. It was Juarez and Sinaloa. They dominated and still do. Populations in West Texas and SE NM oilfields are now primarily hispanic people. They have become the majority because of the natives adverse reactions to real work. How did the huachicols learn their trade, on tapping live lines?
Among them, are the crazy prison tattooed folks, (think inkwell and paper clips under a match), who aren't roustabouts, drillers, frackers or pipe layers. They have moved the safe houses from Mexico, to the border cities, to the interior of USA. They have taken their newly acquired skills south. Most for the good, but some for the evil in the world.
Odessa, murder capital of USA for a city its size? How many times? Odessa, blue collar, Midland white collar.
Murder highway, USA, from Jal, NM towards Carlsbad, not because of crime, but small roads and fracking.
People, West Texas is like parts of Chihuahua, Sonora . . desolate and rife with lawlessness. Mexican gangs have moved even further north. Kind've like kudzu, easy to pull, hard to eradicate.
Thank God for all the other immigrants that come here. For those, your ears, mouths and eyes can take in, and not be afraid of the consequences. This is for the most part, a free land, you can tell by the quietness.
While urban America, sucks in the young people, the smaller rural towns die. This even creates more wide open spaces.
Kilos sold for $50/lb in Juarez. A common way was to use cotton bags, tied around the waist and ran across the border to USA. There it sold for $100/lb, 100% profit. Eastland, dog race course in El Paso, was a common place of crossing.
Then came safe houses in El Paso, with tons stocked. There you would enter, put your money down and weigh the load. You knew the watcher, could not read scales, but you took and he recorded, making sure you had it down to the ounce. But, there was the occasional problem.
Especially with crossing, kilo's eaten through out by a rat. Chewing through the stems and seeds, and making a hole. Inside one of these holes, a bag. Rat poison or what. Confirmed, heroin.
Why smuggle a cotton bag of pot, with a bag of heroin. Not the plan and pissedl!
Sorted out and resolved. Pot then, stunk of paraquat, a fungicide sprayed on crops evident in the smoke. Occasionally you got the Panama Red, Acapulco Gold, etc. Separated from stem, this smoke was powerful. Then came Sensimilla and Thai sticks. Don't think that we know that the current strains, are more powerful.
Again, all in West Texas, before this blog, a life gone, but understood. Friends in Juarez and El Paso, having fun and partying. What, the hell happened?
The supplier became violent and malicious. Enough of this, goodbye and adios.
A casual observer of that time, and sick of the current state of affairs.
It was Pete in El Paso, selling cocaine. His coke was yellow and in shoe boxes. Sifting through powder rocks were found. That brought great elation for Pete. He could sell as rock cocaine or use it, himself. He said it was very good, I was told.
Meth, was crystal back then. Manufactured in Sweetwater, TX and sold through out Texas. Some were injected in the veins between the toes, or swallowed in a cup of iced tea. It did the same, as it does now. Endless daylight. Whether a truck driver, working fields, or a job to be done.
But smack was different. Black tar was thick and nasty. You smoked a cig, took out the cotton, dropped it into a spoon, heated it up, drew through the cotton, injected it and went to another place. Chinese white a different story . . . the birth of opioids. Our greatest problem.
Opioids, especially pushed back black tar and china white aside with something much more dangerous.
Currently it is fueling construction of Behavioral Facilities across the states. They cannot be built fast enough and are filled immediately. A plus for the construction worker, a tragedy for humanity.
Coke was really a moderate high, black tar or chinese white not so much. Opioids, a different subject altogether. Cheap and powerful.
Hard to detect, but obvious in power. Fent for people, Carfent for tranquilizing animals. Both for human abuse.