The Curse

The Curse.

Years ago I dated this girl. Who loved me with all her heart. Even though we were young her heart told her I was the one.

Stupid ol' me didnt want to be her first boyfriend, her first everything. I saw that as an inconvenience and a hassle. I prefered someone more, shall we say, "seasoned." Experienced in matters of love.

Stupid ol' me.

Well I grew distant, cold, uncaring, and empty towards her. She made the painful (albeit smart) decision of letting me go. It hurt her more than it hurt me. A day later, I had forgotten her and our relationship of four months.

Four years later I met a girl. By chance and by fate, she was young and inexperienced. For lustful reasons I fell for her physically and quickly forgot my selfish wants and reasoning of four years previous, where I wanted someone experienced and seasoned. Here was this young girl, unprepared, inexperienced and I would be her first everything. I said heaven be damned and went for it.

One year later and a lot of drama, tears and heartbreak later, it proved to be the most catastrophic relationship I have ever been in. Catastrophic in the sense that I actually fell for her, cared for her, loved her.

Stupid ol' me who had never really loved before, actually fell for this inexperienced, unseasoned, unprepared and immature person. I fell

Much like the first girl had fallen for me years before, a selfish, uncaring, undeserving asshole.

Well it seemed as if ol' Karma had caught up with me. Lesson learned. Then after this tearful break-up, began what I call the curse.

I met girls. Lots of them. Girls that said I was awesome. A great guy. Cute. Handsome. Funny. Great to be with. An excellent lover. Smart. What they were looking for in a guy (these were actual quotes, I seldom toot my own horn).

Just one catch: They didnt want to be with me.

Yes, I was quite a catch. Everything they wanted and more. But they just couldnt be with me.

One reason was they balked at the prospect of a relationship. Another reason was that they still harbored feelings for past flames. Third reason was that they were unprepared for a relationship but preferred a friendship with this guy whom they deemed awesome, yet didnt want anything else but a platonic relationship.

Why?

The curse.

So I blamed those I wronged. In particular Girl No. 2 of my story. Perhaps even Girl No. One. I blamed No. 2 because I loved her, and still do. She hurt me and I hurt her. We both came out emotionally scared. But my selfish egocentrical personality chooses to blame her.

Girl No. 1 was perhaps so hurt by my rejection that she bestowed upon me some Gypsy curse of old where Im destined to meet girl after girl after girl, who simply REFUSES to be with me for one reason or another.

Im cursed to wander the earth meeting girls who apperently are really atracted to me, and all of a sudden as a bubble that grows large, pops. And the interest is no longer there. Bye ! I'll call ya ! .

From 2008 to 2012, in four years, this has happened more than 5 times and less than 10 times. Each time I was replaced by an ex flame, they chose to return to a tumultous relationship with a neglectful baby daddy, or just simply gave up.

Others I just never heard from again. They joined the Jimmy Hoffa-DB Cooper- Ambrose Bierce club. Two of these girls simply stopped talking to me out of nowhere, after having good friendships and relationships with them, they just. stopped. talking. to. me.

So this made me think there was some sort of curse. Kind of like the Camelot curse that supposedly plagued the Kennedys. I hope this isnt one that plagues the Caro males. Where they meet woman after woman and never finding any relationship. Being discarded like used tissues.

I seem to be like "Good luck Chuck". Meet me and shortly after you shall meet your soul mate. This happened twice. One is in a long term relationship, another recently got engaged and will soon marry.

Others simply prefered their exs or baby daddys. They went backwards instead of forward. Even though I was "awesome and cute and will make someone very happy" one day. One fucking day.

So now I sit and wonder why Im never the one. Never the one to drive that girl wild and make her swoon. Have her miss me and want to spend time with me. Im just a waiting area until something better comes along.

Victim of "the curse".

Perhaps I have been ignorant to the real cause along. Perhaps the curse, is me.

I am the curse. I somehow ruin the relationships. Where the girl is forced to flee to the past. Cause well...

The devil you know, is better than the devil you dont know.

I had someone that loved me truly. I didnt want her. I had someone I could of cherished, and I didnt. So I lost her too. Now im stuck in a emotional purgatory till God knows when

Only time will tell. One day day Ill find my "soul mate" like all the girls I talked to did.

One day I'll be rid of the curse. If there is one at all. One day I'll change

Before Its too late. And I realize while I was out counting stars, I missed out on the beautiful Moon.

THE END

The Bride of Culiacan: Love and Insanity

For more than 30 years a mysterious woman wandered downtown Culiacan, the capital of the state of Sinaloa.

She rarely spoke. Wore makeup, glasses and even more peculiar, she wore a white Wedding Dress with veil.

She would wander the main streets and almost always would go stand at the door of Culiacan's cathedral. Sometimes she would mutter to herself, out of earshot. A dazed look in her hazel eyes.

The kids taunted her. Toddlers feared her. They cried at her appearance, a ghost, dressed in white, wandering the city, her skinny frame walking about. Her aged, sunken eyes, staring aimlessly, like a specter.

She was Guadalupe Leyva Flores "Lupita". The infamous "Bride of Culiacan".

Legend had it, that Lupita wandered the streets, in her wedding dress, a dress she never took off, due to the terrible tragedy that happened on her Wedding Day.

To understand the leyend of Lupita we must go back to the 1950's. Lupita was friends with Ernesto, whom she saw like a brother, and Jorge, the love of her life. One day Jorge proposed to her much to her joy.

Jorge chose his best friend Ernesto as Best Man. When Ernesto heard news of the impending wedding, he could not contain his feelings any longer.

He confronted Lupita. Confessed his undying love and devotion for her. Lupita told her she only saw him as a friend, a brother even. As one of their good friends, she still wanted him there on her Wedding day.

The big day came. The Cathedral was adorned with flowers and guests waited outside the big wooden doors.

Lupita came up in her white wedding dress and veil. Her future husband greeted her at the door and kissed her forehead. Then shots rang out.

Ernesto in a jealous rage shot Jorge in the head. He collapsed dead in Lupita's arms. Ernesto then ended his life. All on the steps of Culiacan's pink and white stone cathedral.

Since that day, Lupita went mad. She never took off her dress. She would bathe, do her make up, then put the dress on again. Then wander the streets. Always near the Cathedral, where the terrible scene unfolded.

People mocked her, felt compassion, befriended her, feared her. She became a legend in Culiacan. For 30 years she would wander the streets in her wedding dress and purse.

It was apparent she wasn't all there. She was clearly insane. Sometimes she would barge into the cathedral and demand to talk to the Bishop.

She had a mission. The Virgin of Guadalupe had spoken to her and told her she was the sole person on earth responsible for a treasure buried under the Cathedral. It belonged to the Divine Providence. She needed to talk to the Pope, right away.

The Bishop, understanding her mental state, ushered her away. Then Lupita, the Bride would once again wander Culiacan.

On May 12, 1980 the legend ended. The Bride of Culiacan passed away. She was 82 years old.

Her memory still remains in the minds of Culichis, who remember the Bride, her wanderings, rants and lost stare.

Some people say the Bride is still there.They've seen her.  A woman in a wedding dress, wandering the streets of Culiacan late at night.

Guadalupe Leyva Flores, the famous Bride of Culiacan. It seems that, even in death, she has not found peace nor rest.

In 2008, La Novia de Culiacan, an independent short film retold the tale of Guadalupe Leyva Flores

I, Porn Lord

(The following may or may not be truth. Take it as comedy and with a grain of salt. It's just a story.)

When I was in elementary back in the early to mid 90's, my friends and I would talk about Naked Ladies. The thought and prospect of nude women was barely enticing our fresh and young minds. The thought of voluptous older women (ie: High School girls) made us giggle, laugh and wonder out loud.

Sex and naked ladies (we didnt use the term "bitches" for females yet, we had some sort of respect, imagine, elementary kids calling girls, ladies, go figure). Stealing Playboys was the ultimate thrill and a friend of mine oftentimes told the legend of that one magical day when his older brother (he was 13) went to a local park and found the mother lode of Porn: a stack of Playboys stashed in the bushes that he promply took home.

Well one fine day in Fifth grade, I was talking to a class mate and he told me that he had found a stash of Playboys and Hustlers in his basement. Probably belonged to his dad. For a low low price, he could provide me with said pornographic literature.

After all, I just wanted them for the articles: "Oliver North and the Iran-Contra Affair"...um, what? Yes, the issues were old and retro. By retro I mean bush.

So for three bucks he provided me with a copy of Playboy . We met clandestine-like after school, on a lonely hallway, by the Boys restroom, like we were two secret agents meeting for some shady deal. It was a shady deal. Trading, Buying and Selling pornography in an elementary school.

Hey, we were kids.

Pretty soon with my allowance money I would buy copies of smut mags from that kid. Three bucks a pop. Not bad. But um... They were just pictures. After a while they got old and sat stashed in some secret dark corner of my room, away from the scornful eyes of the parents.

Then I got a bright idea. Why not sell them to other kids.

So I approached friends and classmates. Hey wanna buy some Playboys and Hustlers? "Playboys are cool but Hustlers have some real gross stuff in them. Hardcore Naked Ladies "DOING IT". The kids were sold !

And so I established my schools first (I think? ) porn pipeline. I would buy the mags from the kid for 3 bucks a pop. Sell them to others for 5 bucks a pop. Two dollar profit from my friends. Other kids I'd charge six bucks.

Thats how most of my friends and classmates learned about naked ladies, bush (the pubic kind not the one- term president), Oliver North, Iran-Contra, doing it, and other weird crap our young minds didnt understand.

We knew they were taboo, we werent supposed to see this filth. Some guy Ron Brown had died in a plane crash, There was a war in some place called Bosnia, "Tutus" were killing people in Rwanda, Lawanda, somewhere, with machetes. Just like Jason in the Friday the 13th movies!. So, we needed to distract ourselves with porn

This went on until the end of Fifth grade. It started in Fifth and ended that year. In middle school I would move up to "heavier" stuff.

One night I found out we had Spice Channel after 10 pm. Now, Spicie Channel was the shit. Back in the day it was THE porn channel. For some reason we had it free? Huh. It was channel 0 on those big bulky brown Cable boxes from the 90's so my entrepeneuring mind had another idea.

Go to Safeway. Buy cheap packs of 6 hour blank VHS tapes. Tape 4 or 6 hours of Spice Channel Programming. Sell them for 10 bucks a pop. Profit.

So I did. I spread the idea among my friends. "Who among ye will partake in this opportunity to watch some smut in the conforts of your own rooms?" "Blessed are ye whose parents bought ye your own VCRs and had locks on your doors. "

So I'd check the listings. See what sounded enticing. "Big Booty Bikini Babes VI". Perfect. Then I'd tape 6 hours of programming. From 10 pm to 4am. Id program the TV and VCR , leave it recording and go to sleep. Go to school and sell the video to whoever asked or wanted one. Id take requests and that same night I'd get to recording.

You didnt get this from me, got it?

So I made my money. Didnt make hundreds of dollars but for a middle schooler I was good for about a year or too. Bought shoes, clothes, went to the movies, the arcade. Stashed my money somewhere secret and made sure to only spend as much as my "allowance" allowed me as to not attract attention from the Authorities (Parents).

One day a friend called me "Porn Lord", a take on the term Drug Lord. I wasn't a drug lord but I was making a business smuggling porn videos to school and selling them to horny teenagers. Porn Lord. I liked it.

Pretty soon we all got girlfriends. Started dating chicks. Losing our "V" cards. Porn wasn't as exciting as once before. The business declined. I started mowing lawns and getting legit teen jobs here and there. My criminal porn business empire came to an end.

"Have a great summer, Porn Lord" signed one kid in my yearbook at the end of Seventh grade.

Terrorism Before September 11th

September 11th changed our lives. Horrible act of terrorism. But people act like it was a new thing. There was terrorism BEFORE 9-11. Heinous acts of horror with American in the cross hairs. Let us recall those shameful and terrible tragedies BEFORE 9-11 that I'm sure the newer generations have never heard of but the families of victims will never forget.

The Attack on the US Marine Barracks in Beirut Lebanon- October 1983
The US Marines were on a peacekeeping mission in war torn Lebanon and their HQ and Barracks were near the Beirut International Airport. On the morning of October 23, 1983 a Mercedes truck loaded with a huge bomb rammed the gate and raced inside the building smashing through the entrance where the suicide bombed detonated its deadly cargo, obliterating the building. 241 American Marines killed in the worst single day loss of life for Marines, ever.

Bombing of the US Embassy- Beirut, Lebanon - April 18, 1983.
A truck bomb drove up to the United States Embassy and blew up, collapsing several floors, and blowing a huge crater, killing 63 people.

The Hijacking of TWA Flight 847 - June 15, 1985
A Trans World Airlines 727 en route from Athens, Greece, to New York City via Rome, was hijacked by two Palestinian terrorists. The plane was flown to Algiers and Beirut where one of the hostages, a US Navy Diver, was brutally beaten and executed, his body tossed onto the tarmac in Beirut.

The Hijacking of the Achille Lauro - October 5, 1985
The Italian Cruise Liner Achille Lauro was hijacked by a team of Palestinian terrorists armed with grenades and AK-47s taking more than 400 passengers and crews hostage, including many Jewish and American passengers. Leon Klinghoffer, a wheelchair bound Jewish retiree was executed, shot in the head and tossed overboard. The four terrorists escaped the ship but their escape jet, an EgyptAir jetliner, was intercepted by American commandos and forced to land in Sigonella, Sicily

Hijacking of EgyptAir Flight 648 - November 23, 1985
Flight 648 from Athens to Cairo was hijacked by 5 members of the Abu Nidal terrorist organization and forced to land on the island of Malta. There the terrorists began the sumarilly execution of hostages, killing or wounding 5 Israeli and Americans and tossing their bloody bodies down the steps. An Egyptian Army Commando team failed to storm the jet which resulted in the terrorists opening fire and tossing grenades into the cabin killing more than 70 people.

Simultaneous Attacks at the Rome and Vienna airports - December 27, 1985
Abu Nidal terrorists spray AK-47 fire and toss grenades at American and Israeli Airline counters at the Rome and Vienna airports, mowing down 30 Holiday travellers in both attacks.

Storming of Pan Am 73 in Karachi, Pakistan - September 5, 1986
Abu Nidal operatives dressed as Pakistan Security Agents drive a van up to Pan Am 73 bound for Bombay, India and take over the 747 jetliner. The hijackers open fire on the hostages after learning of a take over operation by US and Pakistan Commandos. 22 killed.

Bombing of Pan Am 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland - December 21, 1988
A Pan Am 747 Jetliner from London to New York explodes over the scottish village of Lockerbie, raining debris and bodies over the countryside, killing 270 passengers and crew and 11 Lockerbie residents. A Radio stuffed with Semtex inside a suitcase which originated in Libya and ended up on 3 planes and 3 airports finally reaching Pam Am 103 caused the blast .

First Bombing of World Trade Center - February 26, 1993
A Ryder Rental Truck packed full of explosives explodes in the parking garage of the WTC. The plan had been to weaken support columns, resulting in the crash of one tower into the other and causing both to collapse. The plan failed but six people were killed. A precursor for the horror of 9-11.

Bombing of Khobar Tower, Dhahran, Saudi Arabia - June 25, 1996
19 Americans are killed in a bombing outside the Khobar Towers military complex.

Massacre at Hatshepsut Temple in Luxor, Egypt - November 17, 1997
A terrorist commando assaults the ruins of Hatshepsut Temple in Deir el Bahri, Egypt disguised as Egyptian Security and armed with assault rifles and machetes, they systematically slaughter more than 62 tourists at the site. The killings go on for an hour in which the bodies, particularily of women, are mutilated with machetes. Although no Americans were killed in the attack, it was a particularily heinous one.

Bombing of the US Embassies in Africa - August 7, 1998
The US Embassies in Dar Es Salaam Tanzania and Nairobi Kenya are destroyed by truck bombs killing 200 people. The attacks are linked to Al Qaeda.

Bombing of the USS Cole- Aden Yemen - October 2000
A dinghy packed with explosives explodes alongside the USS Cole, killing 19 American servicemen

Salvador Del Toro: Crime's Number One Enemy

The drug war raging in Mexico is nothing new. The war was bloody in Nuevo Laredo and Monterrey in the early 1970's Things were out of control. Well, by today's standards things back then out of control meant a dead cop here and there meant all hell was breaking loose. The heat back then seems like a tea party with heavily armed mustachioed men, compared to the horrors befalling the nation now.

In Nuevo Laredo a hard ass woman named Simona Reyes de Pruneda ran the drug trade. the 72 year old woman had her buttload of sons and nephews working for her. They ran shit in the northern border back then, killing Comandantes and rivals alike and not taking no shit.

Born poor, the Reyes-Pruneda clan were forced to turn into a life of crime, having no other options. Being dirt poor campesinos didnt pay. Smuggling goods, marijuana, cocaine and heroine up north, did. Hmm. decisions, decisions.

By 1972, the clan ambushed and killed the top cop in Nuevo Laredo, Everardo Perales. The city had enough. They couldnt put up with the Reyes Pruneda and their cronies. They called Mexico City who sent a bad ass lawyer and cop to keep the criminal in line in the northern border.

That man was Salvador del Toro Rosales. The infamous "Iron Prosecutor".

Why was he called Iron Prosecutor? Well because Del Toro made Iron look like silly putty. He was a hard ass and a mean shot. He beat up perps first and asked questions later. A good Trafficker was a dead one. His methods were brutal, harsh and downright rude, but he got results every time.

Del Toro was sent to clean up Laredo. His position there was too dangerous which is why he was given a home on the US Border. Every morning he drove to Laredo in a convoy, full of armed guards. Del Toro himself carried a 44 magnum and a AR-15 assault rifle.

The Reyes Pruneda didnt flinch at this law dog. They sent their lawyer/drug dealer, Antonio Bernal to talk to him. Perhaps the Iron Prosecutor was like all the rest, flash a suitcase of pesos and Del Toro would turn a blind eye to the crime and maybe have a Pina Colada or two with Simona Reyes.

No Dice. It was said that Del Toro not only smacked Bernal for insulting his integrity by trying to bribe him but he also kicked him in the balls for being a dumbass drug dealer passing himself off as a respectable lawyer. Del Toro was a Lawyer. You didnt fuck with him.

Salvador Del Toro rounded up all the drug dealers in the city, killing most of them. He didnt want to waste taxpayer money and clog the city jails with scum. They would be let out soon enough by crooked judges so he just shot them and said they fell and tripped on his bullets.

Soon enough crime dwindled in Nuevo Laredo. He had one of Simona's son's, Cuco Pruneda Reyes lured out of his hideout by one of his lovers while he was getting his groove on and he was cut down in a hail of bullets. His body was dumped on a hill in a pile of a trash to add insult to injury. Simona Reyes Pruneda didnt appreciate this much.

Simona Reyes was eventually captured, with her gang of sons and nephews, dead, in jail or crippled. Peace came back to the north.

Salvador del Toro Rosales "El Fiscal de Hierro" had made crime his bitch and kicked its ass.

Amazingly Del Toro was not murdered in retaliation for his badassery. Corridos were composed in his name and the Mexican classic "El Fiscal de Hierro" starring Mario Almada as Eduardo Lobo and Lucha Villa as Ramona Pineda was a fictionalized account of the war between Del Toro and Pruneda.

Salvador del Toro continues to be active in Mexican politics. Simona Pruneda died of old age in prison.

"El Halconazo"- brutal repression of the State

June 10, 1971 is a dark day in Mexican history. To some, the events didnt even happen. Or they didnt happen the way it was told at least.


That day, democracy was crushed in Mexico City. Died, the flame extinguished along with the lives of more than one hundred protestors. Just when they had thought the nightmare of Tlatelolco would never happen again, two years later, it did, at the massacre of Jueves de Corpus.


That Thursday afternoon, Corpus Christi day, a huge protest was planned in downtown Mexico City by students in support of student protests in the northeastern city of Monterrey. The plan was to go down Avenida de los Maestros all the way to the main square el Zocalo.


The students protested peacefully, yelling pro democracy slogans and shouting barbs aimed at President Luis Echeverria Alvarez and the totalitarian dictatorship the country was under, under the rule of PRI, the Institutional Revolutionary Party.


The side streets were blocked by Mexico City anti riot police troops and buses. Regular beat cops also patrolled the street but were under orders to "not participate" in the march.


Near La Normal Subway Station some armed youths emerged. They were armed with long bamboo sticks, 2 x 4s and chains. They rushed the protestors and started mercilessly attacking them.


These thugs, wearing white and wielding sticks and beating up everyone, even the women and girls, were Los Halcones, a paramilitary group put together by the PRI to crush student demonstrations after the Tlatelolco massacre in 1968.


They were trained in martial arts, weapons handling and crowd control tactics by the Mexican CIA, the Directorate of Federal Security, and by American agents of the Central Intelligence Agency.


The student protestors werent docile this Thursday afternoon and counterattacked. The youths fought a massive street battle in the streets. Some Halcones retreated.


The attack wasnt over, it had just begun. Some Halcones now brandished submachine guns, pistols and shotguns.


They started to open fire on the crowd, chasing down fleeing women and men and shooting them dead in the street. Chaos reigned.


The Halcones took over police squad cars and buses in a bloodthirsty hunt for hiding and fleeing protestors. Most were shot point blank in the head or shot in the back as they ran for their lives.


The injured and dead were taken to Ruben Lenero Hospital. The nightmare wasnt over. Halcon thugs entered the hospital and shot dead the injured on gurneys and inside recovery rooms and in operating theaters. They intimidated the staff and doctors and after killing a dozen or more victims they left.


More than 120 people died in the Jueves de Corpus Massacre. The State controlled media reported a gang of thugs from the university, friends of the protestors, had turned on their own group and had attacked and killed them. Some 20 people were dead.


The truth was repressed for years under the PRI government. Only those who survived that afternoon and night of horror knew the facts. Their own government had plotted to exterminate, not only their dreams of freedom and democracy but their very lives.


Neither President Echeverria, members of his cabinet nor any members of the Halcones paramilitary group were ever arrested or put on trial for the brutal slaughter.


According to some historians, Los Halcones never even existed.

Interview with Rafael Caro Quintero, Mexico's First Superstar Drug Kingpin

Hey DEA: Nyah Nyah !


When Rafael Caro Quintero, the 29 year old millionaire drug kingpin from Sinaloa was arrested in Costa Rica with his teenage girlfriend for being a suspect in the torture and murder of a US DEA agent in Guadalajara, Mexican society at large was captivated by his charm and humor.

How a young drug baron, born dirt poor in a Sierra Madre mountain village had done so much for the underpriveleged and had managed to outsmart and laugh at US and Mexican authorities for a decade, surprised them.

This is the interview Caro Quintero gave the Mexican press, from Reclusorio Norte Prison in Mexico City in April 1985. Vague like a good mafioso, and humorous like a typical Mexican, he regaled the public with a "Press Conference" never before seen in the annals of Mexican crime.

Press Question: How was your childhood?

Rafael Caro Quintero: "A bit sad, and I cant explain to you in detail everything that happened. I have 9 brothers and sisters"

P: Can you describe how your family is?
RCQ: No I cannot.

P: What would you like to talk about?
RCQ: "well, ive had a bad stay here, the truth. I dont have anything, no food, nothing. The Warden wanted to talk to me yesterday and told me the problems were solved but I dont see anything happening"

P: What do you expect from Life?
RCQ: Nothing. Everything going forward, is what I expect. Life has treated me good, I'm still alive.

P: What Dreams Do You Have?
RCQ: I cant explain but Im just happy that I am well and alive. After the bad, comes the good!.

P: What do you think about Politics and Politicians?
RFC: I dont know anything about those topics.

P: Do you feel a sense of satisfaction?
RCQ: Yes, of course, Im very happy. I feel content with the time ive lived and the time ill keep on living.

P: Do you consider yourself a lucky man?
RCQ: Well yes, thank God I am.

P: Excuse me, but how did you get into Cattle Ranching and Agriculture?

RCQ: I've always liked all that.

P: When you meditate, or reflect, what do you think about?

RCQ: Nothing much, everything is moving forward. About the years Im going to keep living.

P: We've seen you smile many times, do you consider yourself charming?

RCQ: "No, not charming, Im just confident, sure of myself. Im here locked up but I will be free. My (problem), well, its nothing, I dont owe anything. They didnt catch me with anything. I dont know the reason why I'm being treated the way I'm being treated. The warden is a person that has something against me, something personal, I dont know why..."

P: You think with you, theyre (the government) is trying to solve an even bigger problem?
RCQ: From what Im seeing, yes. They have me wearing this *signals to his jacket and pants* for days on end. Im sick since i've gotten here.

P: Sick from what?
RCQ: I have a cold, and a fever and all that.

P: Have you seen a doctor?
RCQ: Well yeah, but he said he would come back in five or ten minutes and it took him three or four days.

P: Are you in love?
RCQ: *smiles* I always live in love.

P: Really?
RCQ: Of course, yes.

P: Many women or just one?
RCQ: I love all women because I was born of a woman.

P: Do you consider yourself a bad person?
RCQ: No, no. If anything my heart is for the world.

P: You've never done any harm to anyone?
RCQ: No, and I dont plan on doing any either.

P: As a Mexican citizen, Caro, what do you think of the crisis the country is going through?
RCQ: "Its going to keep getting worse because we don't see anything clear happening. Right now, everyone is looking at my problem, that is a political one, when my problem calms down...if a kilo of Sugar costs 100 pesos, when they stop watching me, its going to cost 200 pesos! Right?"

P: Why do you say that your problem is a political one?
RCQ: Because Ive done nothing, sir, nothing of what they accuse me of. And I see everything as being hard. The treatment we've received is not how you treat a person.

P: Have you seen anyone in your family?
RCQ: Nobody, sir, I dont have opportunity to do anything.

P:You have become one of the most famous men in the country and your fame has traveled around the world. What do you think of your newfound fame?

RCQ: Its a very bad ting that shouldnt have happened, because Im a person just like any other, like any other man from the country, a farmer. Thats what I am.

P: Has prison depressed you?
RCQ: Well no, sir, Im still the same, because he who owes nothing, fears nothing.

P: Do you fear being killed?
RCQ: I dont have anyone to kill me. First of all, enemies, I have none. If anything, I have friends. Thats why I feel bad, for the treatment ive received here. We're all human. Im made of flesh and bone, living flesh, just like any other person.

P: Are you religious?
RCQ: I believe in God, first of all.

P: What do you think of the Mexican Campesinos (farmers, people of the country). You worked in the Cattle industry?

RCQ: I think theyre all pure noble people, like me and my colleagues and Senor Ernesto (Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo, fellow drug kingpin, business partner and compadre) and all his people. We're all people who help Mexico, meaning that we put schools, clinics, we bring electricity to the ranches and villages, potable water. What the government doesnt do, we do ourselves. We dont do it to receive anything, or to be noticed by the world. We only do it because it makes us feel good to help.

P: With what funds did you pay for such works?
RCQ: I had businesses fattening cattle. I have many cattle ranches, in which I make a lot of money. Here they tell you its all from drug trafficking, but its not like that.

P: In reality, how rich are you?
RCQ: No, im not rich. I dont have....ok, I live well, like people, thank God, since I was born, but no, I'm not rich. (Caro's wealth was estimated at $650 million dollars)

P: Can you calculate how much your fortune is?
RCQ: No, that I cannot do.

P: Being a Cattle Rancher allowed you to travel the world?
RCQ:Yes, to many places. All they talk about is drug trafficking, not from Cattle Ranching. What ive made having fleets of tractor trailers. I have Brick making factories. We make about 100,000 bricks daily. But they dont talk about any of that. Its all "drug trafficking", from what I've heard!

P: Then nothing is from Drug Trafficking?
RCQ: Well, no. Not like they say, no.

P: What do you mean by "they say"
RCQ: Well, say for example I do have all that. That I may have seven, eight houses. Say, two of them are from drug trafficking, but the other six arent..."

P: Why did you dedicate yourself to Drug Trafficking?
RCQ: I liked it.

P: Why? Because you earned easy money?
RCQ: *laughing* Nothing is easy, Senorita.

P: How long ago did you start?
RCQ: A year ago? Two?

P: Do you feel remorse?
RCQ: Well what can I say? I dont feel regret. Whats done is done and Im here. What do you want me to do?

P: What is your true relations to Don Neto (Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo)
RCQ: Yes, I know him since I was born.

P: And what relationship do you have with him?
RCQ: We're compadres but business partners we've never been. Its false everything they say.

P: Have you tried drugs?
RCQ: No, never and dont plan on trying any.

P: Excuse me, Caro, but do you have politician friends?
RCQ: No, I dont have anything.

P: What your relationship with Felix Gallardo (Miguel Felix Gallardo, Mexico's cocaine king)
RCQ: None, I dont know him.

P: Did you help people, using drug trafficking as your means? Is that why you liked it?
RCQ: Well no, not because of that. I always wanted to help the poor because I suffered a lot as a child, and im still suffering. But i feel good and comfortable helping poor people. I do a lot of charity that MUST be done. In exchange for what? Nothing. Just so I can feel good.

P: Why didnt they ever arrest you?
RCQ: Because they never wanted to. I was there, and they could of caught me.

P: Do you have friends in the Federal Judicial Police?
RCQ: No.

P: So about Pavon Reyes, not true? (Comandante Pavon, bribed by Caro with 60 million pesos)
RCQ: No, its not true

P: So Pavon is unjustly imprisoned here?
RCQ: Many, not just him. Pavon has nothing to do with me and I have nothing to do with him.

P: What about your confession? (RCQ declared bribing Pavon so he could flee Guadalajara airport in plain view of US drug agents)
RCQ: Yes, but how they treated me (torture), how was I not going to say that? AND MORE!

P: Is it true you took over the best cell?
RCQ: Go see it ! *laughs* oh how decorated it is *sarcastically*. You can go see it anytime you like.

P: Is it true you got divorced?
RCQ: I cant talk about that. Private lives...

P: What do you say to teen drug addicts?
RCQ: That they stop. Its the only thing I can say, because drugs lead nowhere.

P: Are you going to retire from the Drugs business?
RCQ: Yes Im going to retire. I wanted to be in it, (the biz) but I didn't make it.

P: Why did you go to Costa Rica?
RCQ: They told me it was a peaceful country. And from what Ive seen it is.

P: Did you know there were DEA agents working in Mexico?
RCQ: No, I never knew. Because I dont spend time as an investigator or playing spy.

P: What did you do so they wouldnt catch you?
RCQ: Never any big jobs. I was barely starting out.

P: Working with "Weed"?
RCQ: What can I say? Ive always worked with it and I cant say anything more.

P: You work a lot. But in WHAT to make so much money?
RCQ: If I told you everything we'd be here all day.

P: How do you explain that the DEA has said that you are one of the major drug traffickers in the country?
RCQ *does not answer*

P: Have you travelled to other countries?
RCQ: To the United States, Costa Rica, many countries. I dont know Colombia. Europe, yes, many countries.

P: The US asks for your extradition
RCQ: Yeah what else do they want? I also want a lot of things...

P: They are going to make an official extradition plea. Did you commit a crime in the US?
RCQ: No, negative, I dont owe the US anything. Everything is a negative. I never commited a crime there. I dont remember how many times I went to the United States but I owe nothing. If I owe anything I owe it to Mexico. And what? Doesnt Mexico have laws where I can pay what I owe? When they caught me, they didnt find anything on me, first of all. Im going to keep working in Agriculture and with my Cattle Ranches.

C: Are you going to marry?
RCQ: Depends on how women treat me. If one doesnt love me, Ill find another. Whichever loves me is the one ill stay with. Right now I dont even like myself *laughs*.

C: Do you agree with the violence and revolutions in Nicaragua and El Salvador?
RCQ: No, no of course not. Guns are not the solution and fighting youre not going to achive everything. Whoever believes that, lives in ignorance.

C: Did they find arms on you when you were detained?
RCQ: My gun , used for security at the house, thats it.

C: The Gun was of gold and rubies?
RCQ: If I have weaknesses, they are women and gold.

C: Have you ever shot at anyone?
RCQ: Never and I dont plan on. If when we should of fired, we didnt. The commandos stormed in guns blazing like we were common delinquents. But we're just regular people.

C: You dont consider yourself a delinquent?
RCQ: No because I havent been nor do I plan on being.

So ended the Press Conference with Rafael Caro Quintero. The confused , vague, humorous and hurt Cattle Rancher/ boss of the Guadalajara Cartel.