An article in today’s news sent shivers down my spine. Apparently, a man’s sweet tooth for chocolate cake led to his arrest. It seems that the girlfriend of the notorious meth kingpin, Servando Gomez Martinez, sent him some chocolate cake for his 49th birthday and one of Martinez’s hired guards screwed up.
Martinez’s guard, who allegedly didn’t have much experience, used a phone to place the order and left a digital trail leading police right to the doorstep of the most wanted fugitive in Mexico. He is the surviving leader of the Knights Templar drug cartel in Mexico who had a reputation for being ruthless, committing brutal kidnappings, extortion, and murder and he has been eluding police for a very long time.
A picture of the cake that got him arrested, if that picture really was the one that led to his arrest, looked so delicious that he may have felt it was worth getting caught. Undoubtedly, he will never have a piece like that in prison so I hope he enjoyed his last piece.
But, back to why I said the news about his sweet tooth for chocolate cake leading to his arrest sent shivers down my spine, is because the cake was sent in celebration of his birthday and just a few months ago, on the day of my birthday, I woke up with a fierce craving for a piece of rich chocolate cake with chocolate syrup, chocolate fudge, and a scoop of ice cream.
That’s the kind of treat I never have except on my birthday and this week I was thinking about having had that treat a few months ago and I was looking forward to having it again next year on my birthday. Now, I’m not so sure I’ll be wanting it again because if this Mexican warlord could get caught and arrested for having a piece of that scrumptious looking chocolate cake on his birthday, who knows what dangers await me on my birthday when I go in search of the same kind of cake that he had.
The rest of the year I’m content with eating bland foods and no desserts, but on my birthday, it’s my gift to myself and now my fantasy for this next birthday is ruined.
I don’t know whether to be angry with Martinez’s girlfriend for sending him the cake, or the incompetent guard who used a phone that left a digital trail to place the order, or the cops who followed the digital chocolate cake trail that led to his arrest. But one thing I do know is that my dreaming and fantasizing about that chocolate cake all year is now ruined.
From now on, every time I think about my birthday treat I’ll remember this warlord’s chocolate birthday cake leading to his arrest and I’ll have to remind myself to think of something different for my next birthday treat.