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CHAPTER III

Thirty minutes before we landed I woke up hungry as hell, still well rested thanks to those weed cookies. Reaching in my pocket I grabbed my phone, checked the time, then plugged in my headphones and begun to go to my Tidal music app and played my favorite song "Drippin'" off Future's mixtape "Purple Reign." The song meant a lot to me because before all these millions I use to be a broke ass nigga on the south side of Chicago. Girls use to diss me just because I wasn't on the block risking my life or freedom getting to that paper. Now those same girls want a taste of the high life, isn't that a bitch? But I'm drippin' on them now I wonder how they love that?

I pressed the button above me to call over the flight attendant so she could get a brother some chips and water. With twenty minutes until we touchdown in Managua, Nicaragua I was starting to sober up. Fifteen minutes later and the pilot comes over the intercom instructing us to turn off all electronic devices as we were preparing to land. The landing was so rough John woke up "What the fuck is going, on damn a nigga is trying to sleep!" he grumpily said.

"Nigga were here now" I said jokingly. Then we unbuckled our seat belts, got all of our carry on shit proceeded down terminal, then to baggage claim and then I waited outside Augusto C. Sandino International Airport while John went to go pick up a rental. This nigga John comes around the corner with a 2015 Mercedes Benz E- Class Cabriolet.

"God damn nigga I like your style, this shit is stupid clean!" I stated.

"Hell yeah I was thinking about coping one of these joints anyway," he said while dropping the top.

After loading our luggage in the trunk we immediately peeled off since we had a long two hour drive to Mukul Beach & Spa Resort. John brought a bunch of THC capsules, which are just a THC extract pressed into capsules they get you super fucked up; it's like the same thing as smoking five blunts of good gas. Under the influence of the THC pills, the Nicaraguan wild life looked so amazing. Parrots, toucans and hummingbirds provided natural music along with color. Sloths hanging in the highest of trees made me feel relaxed and clam. Being in the presence of colorful, natural lands high as hell with the top of a very fast and luxurious car dropped really had me thinking about what's really important in life. Don't get me wrong I love fancy shit I mean why wouldn't I when growing up it was a struggle just to keep food in the house. Ultimately I thank those humble beginnings because the hard struggle inspired the hard hustle.

An hour later we pulled up to the entrance of the resort. It was so beautiful, picture a bunch of open beach villas facing the Pacific Ocean. Each of them with there own private pools. You could even smell the freshness from the crystal blue ocean in the atmosphere. Our rooms were very open, there was only one wall and three thick curtains. John and I really wanted to go surfing before nightfall so we got showered up. After my open shower I threw on some black Ralph Lauren gym shorts with a Ralph Lauren wife beater. I met up with John under the huge straw and tree pavilion. We sat in the two chairs that overlooked the private pool, palm trees and ocean. To my surprise this nigga takes out fourteen grams of some very everest green looking shit.

"When and where did you cop some bud from?!" I questioned.

"Nigga now you know I have mad connections around the world" he expressed with a smirk.

"Shit whatever nigga lets smoke!" I happily replied.

He took out a pack of wine Dutch masters, handed me one, and then we began stuffing our blunts with the everest green Nicaraguan bud. Sunset, was approaching quite fast so we put out our blunts and made our way to the surf board rental shop. I was looking so clean with my blue and white wetsuit with the blue and white surfboard to match. I just had to get a picture for the 'gram. "What the fuck, nigga I know your not doing that Instagram shit again" John questioned while laughing.