You will be on for one month, one for one month.
You will be sleeping in what amounts to a hole in the ground you have to dig yourself.
Under no circumstances will you approach the boss.
If he wants you, he'll call you.
Chapo's first words: "Dude, how you doing?"
As Memin said this, he put on a version of Chapo's high-pitched nasal Sinaloan voice.
"He said, 'Well here, you really have to be on the look out.'"
The boss meanwhile had a pair of matching diamond-handled pistols inset w/a panther design--one panther white, one black.
The stories are very grim. Zetas first.
The rival narcos had brutally beaten for hours. They were like "ragged dolls," Memin said. "The bones in their bodies were fractured. They couldn't move."
"Fuck your mother," he said, pulling the trigger.
He did the same to the second.
"Put them in the bonfire," Memin recalled him saying. "I don't want any bones to remain."
So it was done.
All night long Chapo's men fed the fire, Memin said.
Then, in the morning, they ground up whatever bones remained.
Chapo had the man brought bound and blindfolded into a graveyard. He reeked, Memin said, after being locked in a hen house for days. He had been tortured so badly w/an iron that his t-shirt was seared into his skin.
Chapo started to interrogate the man and in the middle of his answers, shot him with a small caliber pistol.
"Remove his handcuffs and bury him," Memin recalled him saying.
"And that's how we dumped him in the hole and buried him," he said.