Kristian MichailIt's 2015. I'm 22. A group of friends in Mexico looking to get loose. Our idea of a good party is cocaine abuse. Back home in Australia its $225 US dollars a gram. It's the worst quality in the world and yet people buy the sham. We find a good source on top of a tattoo shop. A few little gringos snorting nonstop. My friend takes the lead. I come for the ride. I love negotiation and sitting ringside. The dealer looks scary. Ink all over his face. I was high as a kite and already out of space. They agree to a price. I feel it's a bit steep. I tell him "Relax. We need it more cheap." He stares me in the eyes. If looks could kill. No fun and games when it comes to the dollar bill. "Speak again and I will cut off your nuts." The best negotiations take a bit of guts. We got what we wanted. The boundaries were tested. We shake his hand and do as requested. Getting out alive deserved some confetti. We partied even harder after avoiding his machete.
The younger you are, the more risky you can be. Not knowing your order on the pecking tree. The rules back home are different to the rules overseas. Behaviours in one place, in another you wouldn't dare. Sometimes you need to be put back into line. A gift from above that acts like a sign. A guide post back to a clearer view. A clarification of what you need to do. If you ignore the messages, the rings get louder. A divine intervention greater than the white powder. Every moment. Every second. Universal wisdom is attempting to beckon. If you are open to listening. There is no need to fear. One moment you are confused, the next moment you are clear. Jump in hard. Play full out. Living on the edge is what it's all about. Keeping it safe. Sitting on the side. Up in the bleachers is not like ringside.
With love, Kristian Michail.