Day 14 - Dealer

[dotinthesky]

Listening to the Cocteau Twins, a hot summer night in rural Brasil, and I’m taken back to my residence hall in university, 1995, Montreal.

I made friends with a girl in my Introduction to Political Studies class who had plenty of pot to sell. I smoked a lot by myself in my residence room, and I listened to dream pop.

I had a rainbow pipe I kept by my pillow.

Soon, other students in the building learnt I had pot and asked me if I sold it. Could I also get magic mushrooms? I could.

I never made a profit.