After delivering the inaugural poem in 2013, Blanco finally met Obama in May.
After allowing his lesser-known rapper friend, the shrieking Psycho Egyptian, to stall until he was ready, Blanco takes the stage.
There, Blanco reportedly was trying to go clean, plowing her earnings into commerce, including a lingerie shop in Medellin.
But Blanco was perhaps too deeply ensnared in the drug underworld to break free.
The chatter in the crime world is that Blanco died as she reigned, in a blaze of drive-by bullets.
She would dump a day's gathering on the Blanco's deck, and the two crews would dress salmon till their hands were sore.
Ten days later a party of Blanco soldiers rode up and asked if they could have some food, and also fresh horses.
A man approached them and said in their ears: “Hundred to ten on the blanco!”
The words were, "Ive got the cinch on you this time, Blanco Posnet."
Plainly lost, lost somewhere along what are now known as Mendocino, and Blanco, and Flattery.
