this dude who managed my apartment building in colombia once threw out my neighbor's coke by accident when he was cleaning the guy's place. he went and replaced it for him within a half hour. every day he would bring the guy some blow. 8 mil pesos, 12 mil pesos, 6 mil pesos, whatever. it was like a cocaine-of-the-day club.

one day he knocks on the guy's door at like 10 at night. i dunno if the dude was sleeping or fucking or what, but it took him a long time to answer. the guy says "here ya go, 10 mil pesos."

my neighbor says to him, "dude, i still have the last four or five bags you brought me."

dude replies, "i don't get it. how do you save it like that? i get it, i snort it and then it's gone."

"well, i'm getting a little older now man, i just turned 30, i can't be doing this shit every day."

"no, you're young, how old are you?"

"30, man, i said just that."

"aw, that's nothing. how old do you think i am?"

"i dunno, um, 36 or 38?"

"i'm 26! we're still kids!!!!!!"