Mexico. Mostly through Mescalin, or magic mushroom. “Mushroom, Missus?”
Adam swirled around, and before the young Latino had time to understand what was happing Adam had placed the palm of his hand on his chest. “I said no thanks. We’re fine.”
The surprised Latino stumbled two steps backwards, before raising his hands to show that he had meant no harm with the offer. “Ok, Mister. No need to get physical. Just giving you a chance to try it. It will be impossible in a month’s time.”
“Yea, sure. Mexico will sell out of mushroom next week. Haven’t heard that sales pitch before,” Adam laughed before continuing down the street.
“Not sell out,” the Mexican hollered to Adam’s back. “Stop producing. Too dangerous. Selling out our last stock now.”
They had barely walked a few hundred meters down the street before Adam became uncomfortable. There was something about what the young Latino had said that didn’t make any sense. Why would they stop selling mushrooms in a month? Why would it become too dangerous to sell? Adam swore silently, he knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until he got to the bottom of it. The question would be on his mind all night unless he found out what the Latino had meant. And Adam didn’t want anything on his mind tonight, nothing but Cameron. It was her birthday; her eighteenth birthday, and they had just enjoyed a wonderful meal at a nice restaurant.
Now they were going to go dancing, dancing and drinking.
Nothing could interfere with her evening.
“Anyone care for dessert?” Adam asked, pointing to an ice cream parlour across the street. Both Nina and Cameron nodded frantically.
“Why don’t you two head over and get yourself some ice creams. I’m gonna take a pass. Overate on that donkey.”
“Told you. You shouldn’t have gone for the one kilo Angus. Not after having eaten only fish for two months straight,” the girls giggled.
“I got it for free, didn’t I?” Adam smiled. He had managed to finish it in less than the prescribed time limit, and had proudly exited the restaurant with a small diploma evidencing he was an official Master in steak-eating. “I’m just going to see if I can get hold of some tooth picks. I’ll be back shortly,” he said as Nina and Cameron started crossing the road to the ice cream parlour.
With firm steps Adam traversed back to the swimsuit vendor where he had been offered the magic mushroom earlier. He looked around for the young Latino, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Adam then quickly circled the block. There was no sign of the kid though, and Adam was about to give up and return to the girls when he heard a squeaky voice from the alley. “Change your mind, eh?”
Adam turned around slowly, before nodding to the young Latino. Then he pulled out his money clip.
“Not here. Come with me,” the Latino said.
Adam put away the money clip as he followed the Latino into the back alley.
“So what are you after, mister? A good experience or some heavier stuff?”
“I’m just after some information,” Adam replied.
The face of the young Latino suddenly turned suspicious. “You a cop?”
Adam shook his head. “No.”
“Then what?”
“You said you would stop selling mushrooms in a month’s time. That it was getting too dangerous. What did you mean by that?”
The young Latino fidgeted nervously with his ear. He was heavily tattooed, and Adam guessed he most likely carried a couple of concealed weapons. Maybe a gun stuffed in his baggy shorts and a knife strapped to his ankle? Adam was double his size though. And more importantly; he wasn’t scared. Not at all. Adam knew he had the advantage. The young Latino would only try something stupid as a last resort.
“It was just a silly sales pitch,” the young Latino said.
“Relax. Listen, I’m going to reach for my money clip again, and I’m going to give you twenty dollars. All you need to do is explain why it will be too dangerous to sell mushroom in a
Adam swirled around, and before the young Latino had time to understand what was happing Adam had placed the palm of his hand on his chest. “I said no thanks. We’re fine.”
The surprised Latino stumbled two steps backwards, before raising his hands to show that he had meant no harm with the offer. “Ok, Mister. No need to get physical. Just giving you a chance to try it. It will be impossible in a month’s time.”
“Yea, sure. Mexico will sell out of mushroom next week. Haven’t heard that sales pitch before,” Adam laughed before continuing down the street.
“Not sell out,” the Mexican hollered to Adam’s back. “Stop producing. Too dangerous. Selling out our last stock now.”
They had barely walked a few hundred meters down the street before Adam became uncomfortable. There was something about what the young Latino had said that didn’t make any sense. Why would they stop selling mushrooms in a month? Why would it become too dangerous to sell? Adam swore silently, he knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until he got to the bottom of it. The question would be on his mind all night unless he found out what the Latino had meant. And Adam didn’t want anything on his mind tonight, nothing but Cameron. It was her birthday; her eighteenth birthday, and they had just enjoyed a wonderful meal at a nice restaurant.
Now they were going to go dancing, dancing and drinking.
Nothing could interfere with her evening.
“Anyone care for dessert?” Adam asked, pointing to an ice cream parlour across the street. Both Nina and Cameron nodded frantically.
“Why don’t you two head over and get yourself some ice creams. I’m gonna take a pass. Overate on that donkey.”
“Told you. You shouldn’t have gone for the one kilo Angus. Not after having eaten only fish for two months straight,” the girls giggled.
“I got it for free, didn’t I?” Adam smiled. He had managed to finish it in less than the prescribed time limit, and had proudly exited the restaurant with a small diploma evidencing he was an official Master in steak-eating. “I’m just going to see if I can get hold of some tooth picks. I’ll be back shortly,” he said as Nina and Cameron started crossing the road to the ice cream parlour.
With firm steps Adam traversed back to the swimsuit vendor where he had been offered the magic mushroom earlier. He looked around for the young Latino, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Adam then quickly circled the block. There was no sign of the kid though, and Adam was about to give up and return to the girls when he heard a squeaky voice from the alley. “Change your mind, eh?”
Adam turned around slowly, before nodding to the young Latino. Then he pulled out his money clip.
“Not here. Come with me,” the Latino said.
Adam put away the money clip as he followed the Latino into the back alley.
“So what are you after, mister? A good experience or some heavier stuff?”
“I’m just after some information,” Adam replied.
The face of the young Latino suddenly turned suspicious. “You a cop?”
Adam shook his head. “No.”
“Then what?”
“You said you would stop selling mushrooms in a month’s time. That it was getting too dangerous. What did you mean by that?”
The young Latino fidgeted nervously with his ear. He was heavily tattooed, and Adam guessed he most likely carried a couple of concealed weapons. Maybe a gun stuffed in his baggy shorts and a knife strapped to his ankle? Adam was double his size though. And more importantly; he wasn’t scared. Not at all. Adam knew he had the advantage. The young Latino would only try something stupid as a last resort.
“It was just a silly sales pitch,” the young Latino said.
“Relax. Listen, I’m going to reach for my money clip again, and I’m going to give you twenty dollars. All you need to do is explain why it will be too dangerous to sell mushroom in a
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