I was wondering how to tell them that their son was now a fat, happy little baby-maker for a Mexican drug lord when a beat-up looking truck pulls over. Some fat cholo gets out and looks me over as he asks if I'm o.k. I say I'm fine, and for reasons beyond me get a little tingle. Is this dumb fat guy turning me on? He asks if I need a ride. I say yes and get into his truck.