The regular pickup, enough to last us the rest of the month. The Peruvian dude who hooks us up gave us a sampler of his superweed (Jewel luv it, he said) and on the way home, past the Hydrox factory, we could have sworn we smelled cookies baking right in the back seat. Cut was smelling chocolate chip but I was smoothed out on those rocky coconut ones we used to get at school.Holy shit, Cut said. I’m drooling all over myself.I looked over at him but the black stubble on his chin and neck was dry. This shit is potent, I said.That’s the word I’m looking for. Potent.Strong, I said.It took us four hours of TV to sort, weigh and bag the smoke. We were puffing the whole way through and by the time we were in bed we were gone. Cut’s still giggling over the cookies, and me, I’m just waiting for Aurora to show up. Fridays are good days to expect her. Fridays we always have something new and she knows it.We haven’t seen each other for a week. Not since she put some scratches on my arm.
