While Pierre, me and the rest of the crew were behind the bar, Manuel, Isaac & Antoine had their own parties in their dorm. Manuel came to me every evening with a huge glass and asked for ice and coke, gave me a hit of his spliff, and headed back to the dorm. Every night. Sometimes the first thing i did when i got off the shift was head to the room. Busy nights, i did that every 30-40 minutes. Lima teenagers can be a mind numbing bunch.
On one not-so-busy night, I got in the room to see Manu wide-eyed, hand stretched out to point the joint at my face.
‘DAFUQ is this?!’
‘Good no?’, Manuel.
‘UHHHH… my brain feeeels… confused. WHAT IS THIS.’
‘Yes! That’s what Antoine said too! What happened is, all my coke fell into my bag of weed. I tried a lot to separate the mixture, but after 2 hours I thought what the hell, just roll and smoke the mixture.’
‘So this is essentially a crack joint?’, I took another hit.
‘Exactly! Crack joint! We didn’t want to throw away the whole mixture. Too much to waste.’
‘Why didn’t you use a sieve?’
I went to the bar, came back with a sieve and waved it at his face.
‘A sieve, Manu.’
‘PUTA MAAAADRE! MIEEERDA! Leave this here please.’