Like tens of thousands of Americans who live on the west coast, I visited Valle de Guadalupe, Mexico (aka
Mexico's wine country)
for an extended weekend. While in Mexico, the local cartel successfully broke into my Mercedes and stashed
over 70
pounds of fentanyl and a tracking device into the undercarriage, which was promptly discovered upon my
return through the US border.
I have been cleared of any wrongdoing (known as a “Blind Mule”), with search engine results
apparently only willing to reflect
the arrest at the border and not the court's subsequent dismissal and the situation's resolution.
A case of extraordinarily-bad luck, which will make an interesting chapter in my autobiography one day.
Ask me about it!
It's certainly an interesting story, now that everything is behind me.
