Tom woke up around midday the next day, feeling he did not get enough sleep, but never the less quite awake, too awake to go to sleep again. In the other bed in the guest’s room, Dianna was sleeping. He flinched as he looked at her, was that the woman he kissed last night? They always look more attractive with less light and a few shots of Ron. Now though she did not seem attractive at all to him.
He decided to head back to his hostel. There he found Sean in the living room. Sean looked fatigued, with tired red eyes. “How is it going mate?” he asked him. “I am still going since last night” Sean answered. “You look tired man; maybe you should get some rest”. Tom suggested. “Yes, maybe that is a good idea. It was good stuff you gave me. Can you get me some more? 10 more grams”. “Sure” Tom replied. “How are your friends doing by the way?” Tom asked him, “They decided to get some rest, they’re sleeping now”. “Ok, I will get you the stuff later, just get some rest”. “I will, I just don’t feel I can sleep now”, maybe in a couple of hours. “Do you have the money for the 10 grams?” Tom asked him. Sean went to his room, and came back with 150000 pesos, and handed it to Tom.
Tom went to kitchen and served himself a cup of Colombian coffee, if he was not going to sleep, he might as well wake up. He hanged out in the patio for a while. His mobile then rang, it was Jim. “Where are you mate?” Jim asked in a tired voice, “Just back at the hostel” Tom replied, “Do you want to get something to eat?” Jim asked, “Sure, can you meet me here at the hostel, and bring 10 grams with you, Sean wants to buy some more” Tom added, “Alright no problem, see you soon” Jim said and hanged up.
20 minutes later Jim showed up at the hostel, with the 10 grams of coke. They gave it to Sean and then headed out to get something to eat. They decided to go for the snack bar a few blocks down the street. But before reached they reached their destination, at one street corner, they heard whistle followed by a horsy voice coming from a side street, startling them: “Hey Jim”, it said. They stopped and looked to where the voice came from. A man was coming towards them, a tough looking bloke, probably in his forties, with tattooed muscular arms, a bald head, a big belly, and a scar on this left cheek. “Hi Pablo”, Jim replied as the man approached them. When he was in front of them, he looked at Jim, “you F$%#%* gringo, you try to cheat me, well you made a big mistake missing with Pablo, who do you think your dealing with?”, he said in an aggressive horsy tone. Jim looked like he was completely caught by surprise, but then recovered and said, “Hey Pablo, what’s the matter amigo? What’s the problem?” That seemed to make Pablo even more pissed, “What’s the matter? You try to cheat me, then you just act like you don’t know, I should just teach you a lesson right now. So you would learn not mess with me again” Pablo replied in a threatening tone. “Hey man take it easy for a minute, just tell me what’s wrong” Jim replied looking unnerved now. Tom felt the adrenaline rush in his body. Pablo seemed to reconsider for a moment, “One of the bags you gave me is fake stuff, it was no coke, you gave me 10 grams of fake stuff” he said maintaining an intimidating expression on his face, but giving Jim a chance to answer. “Look man, I had no idea that bag was fake, I just got it from someone and I sold it to you, I would never sell you that stuff if I knew it was fake, I am not that stupid”, he paused, then said “I still have some more of that stuff back there, why don’t I just give another bag instead of the bad one, just give me a minute. You know what I will give you 20 grams instead”. Pablo did not seem to be impressed, “are you going to give some more fake stuff? I don’t trust you anymore”. Tom felt the urge to intervene, “How about if we pay you back for that bad bag? We’ll give you 50 thousand”, Tom said. Pablo looked at Jim still not impressed. “80 thousand, we’ll give you 80”, Tom quickly corrected him self. Pablo seemed to calm down a bit, and to be considering the offer, “Alright give me the money”. Tom put his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a couple of twenties, and gestured to Jim to do the same. Jim took out a couple of twenties as well, and Tom took it and handed the 80 to Pablo, “Here is your money mate, we’re alright now?” he said. Pablo gave them a look of contempt, “Don’t ever try to screw me up again, because next time I won’t be so kind”, looking at Jim and passing his hand in front of his throat, imitating the movement of a knife slashing a throat. Then he turned around and walked away. The both stood there for a few seconds exchanging looks of relief, breathing out, wiping that cold sweat on their forehead. Then they continued their way to the snack bar. They Tom ordered some empanadas, but he hardly touched his food, he felt he had no appetite at all. “I don’t feel like eating anything” he told Jim. “That usually happens when you’re on coke, sometimes I don’t eat for a few days when I am on coke, after that I eat like a cow for a couple of days”, Jim replied. They had a quite evening that day, they were not in the mood to do much, and they had to catch up on sleep anyway. Tom slept more than 12 hours that night.
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