Every bear for himself. God against all.

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For a while I worked in Tobago making cocaine with a couple of black guys, I forget their names.  One was tall and one wasn’t so tall, but still taller than me.  What a boring job that is, making cocaine.  It’s mostly gasoline and fertilizer.  It takes a couple of days just to make a few pounds. 

It was hot too.  Bugs were everywhere.  Doing coke alone in the jungle is boring too.  It just makes you paranoid and itchy.  One morning I woke up and the guys had run off with the coke, the whole batch of it.  It had to be like fifty pounds worth.  I knew those rotten bastards were planning something but I just didn’t think it was going to happen so soon.  The jungle is always loud but still, it’s easy to be lonely there.  You can walk for hours and feel like you haven’t moved an inch.