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So this guy who lived next to me in Medellin had some booger sugar and by accident our super threw it out while cleaning his apartment. He complained to the super about it but kind of fronted about what it was. When they found the broken container, the super was like "oh, that's coke. Why didn't you say so?" He had just gotten a tip from the guy for the cleaning and he said "I'll replace it with your tip money, give me 75 cents for the bus." So he went away, came back an hour later with a bag of blow. OK, kinda funny, but whatever. But that wasn't the end of it.
Every day he'd knock on the guy's door with a different bag of blow from a different dealer. "8,000." "11,000." He'd just say the price (in pesos, so divide by 3,000 to get the USD price). It was like the guy signed up for the cocaine of the day club.
One night he knocked on the door late, around midnight, and I was at the guy's house playing video games. We came to the door and there he is, the super. "9,000."
The guy says, "Hey, man, I've got the last five bags you gave me. I don't do this shit everyday!"
The super says, "I don't understand. How do you save it? I buy it, I snort it and it's gone!"
The guy says, "Well, I'm getting older and I can't be partying like that all the time. I'm almost 30"
The super says, "What? We're young! How old do you think I am?"
The guy says, "I dunno, 36? 38?"
The Super goes, "I'm 26! We're still kids!!!" And you will know MY JACKET IS GOLD when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
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