hash, coffee, and tobacco

Fictional story.

We were at a cliffside bar in Tangier overlooking the sea. He offered me some hash to smoke, saying, “go ahead, nobody here cares.”

I didn’t feel like getting fucked up during the day, so I declined and lit a Turkish “camel dung” tobacco cigarette instead while sipping a sweet Turkish coffee.

A serene moment with a friend who has since reappeared.