When I was down in Mazitlan we scored some
good weed from these German tourists that were staying at the resort with us but it wasn't enough for Erik. He started asking some Mexicans about getting some coke, we got on the back of some guys Motorcycle, drove out to the
middle of nowhere in the middle of the night and behind the shadiest bar I've ever seen he scored a bag but we are lucky, and not that I'm not grateful but that could have gone bad. Really that Don Peyote is going to get us killed
some day.