Carole Borresen is a snake as well.
i'll leave out most the story, but my old pharm in TJ get's "raided" by "police" on a Saturday... "police" took everybody away in cuff's/zip ties and hoods.. from my biz partner, our two counter guys, and one of the counter guys niece or sister (girl was like 12 yrs old)... I came down to drop off orders, and get orders boxed up on Sunday and noticed our metal sliding door was down and we weren't open... it was about 1130, we should've opened at 930/10 on a sunday. so I try my key in the lock, and it's a different lock... I wait around out front waiting for our counter guy to show, I thought he was hungover, even though he was a straightlaced dude... i'm out there for well over an hour before the old man who owns the pharm next door came out and asked 'wtf' was I doing there and told me what happened the day before.... needless to say I left, and stayed well within all the populated areas, since I was a well-known face there.. I was afraid they'd arrest me as well... well, I get across the border and hear NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING from ANYBODY. like these guys dropped off the face of the earth... I did however, get some pages from mister Wyatt Nathan Kipley (google him, fucking rat) and a guy we called Fat Leroy... both hardcore drug addicts (wyatt nubain/painkillers, and ketamine, and Nathan everything he could get.. he somehow got a 'job' watching a cartel stash house in national city)... anyways... I wasn't concerned with the money, i'd already earned back my initial investment, and I stayed the fuck outta mexico for a couple months... this was about sept '04... then one day, I decide i'm gonna head down there just to look around. my pharm was 2mins walking distance from the border gates, and as I walk up I can see "we" were open for biz from 100yds away.... so I sit down at a table and drink a beer and eat some shrimp for an hour before I decide to walk into the pharm..... wasn't sure if i'd get arrested, or shot, or end up the tj river 50ft away...... so I go in and look around and my/our shelves are damn near bare... a short bald American-Mexican gangster looking dude comes out from back and asked what I need... I can tell he doesn't know who the fuck I am, so I tell him the pills I want.. he goes in back and gets them and I pay him... I ask if I can use the back room to put the pills in the seam's of my slacks (was wearing slacks and a polo)... so I go in back, and everything is EXACTLY how I left it... same toothbrushes, same coffeepot, same open bottles of rubbing alcohol where ppl'd do their shots, ect... so as i'm sitting down putting the pills in the seams, I can hear a guy and a lady talking in the office.. I didn't recognize either voice... and the lady keeps talking about "Paul" and i'm picking up things here and there, and I realize "holy shit, this bitch is talking about Paul Borrenson"... so I ask her "you knew paul?".... she says "yea, how do u know him?"... I say "well, didn't he pass away a while back? I used to exchange emails with him (and relay the emails to Trevor to get Trevor's side of paul's "stories")... & I ask again "you knew paul?" her reply was "of course, he was my husband".
hows that for a fucking curveball.... all my employees and biz partner is/are gone without a trace, and now I have paul borrenson's wife in the office of what should be my biz discussing biz with some dude who wouldn't show his face... I didn't know what to think, but the whole thing was shady as fuck. again, that was like sept 04, and I haven't been back to mex since. for all I know, that bitch was involved.
