The Cocaine Tree


The tiny little granules were pure white in color, and rolled without friction at the slightest touches of the warm temperate winds. They had to be very small in size, nothing more than the hundredth of a millimeter, but to the eyes of the person who held the small transparent packet, they were, at their least, as precious as gold. He looked at them in awe, and felt waves of euphoria pass through his body as his mind grew lost in anticipation of the very near future. He was located underground, and one of his few friends stood next to him introducing him to the market where he would soon be initiating as a rookie. Even though it was first experience with cocaine yet Javed was well aware of the consequences of living the life as an addict. He hated the stuff, almost as much as he hated cigarettes, but…

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