If you're reading this, it means I've failed.
Somewhere between my hometown and Spokane, WA... they've found me
Here's the basics:
The mission: To transport three "packages" from home to Spokane, to A----.
The packages are temperamental, loud, and stinky.
It's a 12 hour drive across 1 international border and 2... less stable... borders.
I'm worried about the packages getting caught or found out... and I'm worried about me being pulled over, beat up, searched and sent to GITMO.
But that's the risks in the high-stakes world of international smuggling
13.2.08
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