In the Regeneration - the man-made messiah

Chapter May 24, 2012

13.2

 

The gang spent their lives hacking away at the tourists, offering them everything from second-hand post-cards to soft massages in a desperate scramble for the daily money to live. It was a hard, relentless slog, riddled with rejection. But the evenings were always entertaining.

The slab was always host to a small crowd of onlookers, but they generally kept their distance. One evening a stranger walked straight in and was welcomed like a long lost hero.

“This man, barrister man,” Padam said proudly, introducing him to Max.

The barrister was older than the boys on the slab and sloppier, with a bulging belly and fat hanging off his face robbing his fine features of their natural sharpness. A furtive exchange alerted Max that he’d come to buy some hash.

“It’s interesting you smoke hashish,” Max said.

He was keen to talk these days. It stopped him thinking.

“Why?”

“I just didn’t think you guys would be into that.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You know, humans have been smoking hashish for centuries.”

“Mmm – perhaps.”

“Why do you think it’s been happening for so long?”

“A lot of things have been going on for a long time – it doesn’t make them good.”

“Have you ever considered that it may help?”

“Help what?”

“It may offer a different perspective.”

“Mmm,” Max murmured, unconvinced.

“It may help to see things from both sides. When I have a big case I always come here for a smoke. I like to know how it looks from different angles. And you?”

Max laughed it off –

“No – I don’t smoke.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

The barrister smiled, patronizingly.

“Never?”

“No – never.”