That is a name I haven't heard in a very long time.
The night I was detained in Nuevo Laredo (not arrested) went like this - I'm in a cab with about 8 people, plus driver. We're so packed in this LTD or old Crown Victoria or whatever the hell it was, that I'm laying stacked across the backseat passengers, looking out the right side rear window. Butterfly is on the radio and we're all loud-drunk singing along. Two pendejo cops (I don't know if they were federales or not) pull up next to us, look over, and we're five feet away, staring at each other. I see their expressions simultaneously shift from curiosity to something more sinister.
"you're my butterfly, sugar baby."
Nuevo Laredo cops pull us over, make us all get out of the car, and we take a vow - we're not going to separate. If that means going to jail, we're all going together - strength in numbers - we know the Kilroy story. I figure they're going to shake us down for our cash and send us on our way, or play soccer with our heads and eat our other organs. Nope.
Cops tell us "four of you can get in the cab, four of you have to stay here." So much for strength in numbers - four of our group jump back in the cab and take off. I'm one of the four left behind. Mf'er - I thought we were friends.
So, the remaining four of us walked, jogged and staggered out of NL that night, like some Hangover version of the Mogadishu Mile from Blackhawk Down. We made it back to the mercado, got our bearings, and walked back across the border. Slept in my buddy's 240. This would be, give or take, Memorial Day or Labor day Monday, 2001.
In defense of my "friends" who left us, I had engaged in "relations" with one of their older sisters, and there were some hurt feelings. She was the aggressor but he wouldn't hear it. I think that dude wished ill upon me.