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Buying time: World traveler Ron Woodroof smuggles drugs — and hope — for people with AIDS
There are 500,000 pills crammed into the trunk of the rented Lincoln Continental.
Ron Woodroof, a foul-mouthed outlaw who is as wiry as an ocotillo, is hanging out in the edgy Mexican border town of Nuevo Laredo. He has bought his usual bottle of tequila and carefully placed it on top of the boxes of pills.
Sometimes, before he takes his chances driving into Mexico to pick up his drugs, he dresses as a priest. Sometimes he dresses as a doctor -- white lab coat, stethoscope, plastic name tag.
Sometimes, as on this trip, he takes the Lincoln to a mechanic who installs heavy-duty air shocks that keep the car from sagging when it is loaded down with underground narcotics.
"Oh hell,' insists hawk-faced, short-haired Ron. He sounds like Dr. Red Duke's wicked twin. "If you're just a little bit careful, they ain't ever going to nab you.'
Since 1986, when he quit his job in Dallas as a licensed electrical contractor, he's made this trip across the unpredictable Mexican border 300 times, he says. He is careful, but it never gets easier. You sweat a lot and your hands feel like fish. You live in a low-rent motel while waiting for your connection. You worry about federales, informers, the Drug Enforcement Administration and people who would kill you for your drugs or money.
Ron Woodroof, a foul-mouthed outlaw who is as wiry as an ocotillo, is hanging out in the edgy Mexican border town of Nuevo Laredo. He has bought his usual bottle of tequila and carefully placed it on top of the boxes of pills.
Sometimes, before he takes his chances driving into Mexico to pick up his drugs, he dresses as a priest. Sometimes he dresses as a doctor -- white lab coat, stethoscope, plastic name tag.
Sometimes, as on this trip, he takes the Lincoln to a mechanic who installs heavy-duty air shocks that keep the car from sagging when it is loaded down with underground narcotics.
"Oh hell,' insists hawk-faced, short-haired Ron. He sounds like Dr. Red Duke's wicked twin. "If you're just a little bit careful, they ain't ever going to nab you.'
Since 1986, when he quit his job in Dallas as a licensed electrical contractor, he's made this trip across the unpredictable Mexican border 300 times, he says. He is careful, but it never gets easier. You sweat a lot and your hands feel like fish. You live in a low-rent motel while waiting for your connection. You worry about federales, informers, the Drug Enforcement Administration and people who would kill you for your drugs or money.
http://www.dallasnews.com/news/metro/19920809-buying-time-world-traveler-ron-woodroof-smuggles-drugs---and-hope---for-people-with-aids.ece
This seems to be a must see movie! The link to the dallas news, tells the tale. WOW.
