My Dinner With Brazil: Part 13

When in the process of learning new information I can work for prolonged periods of time without a break such is the nature of my enthusiasm for new insights.But all of this is old stuff for Brazil & he did not share my energetic enthusiasm. Somewhat worn, I could see, he politely asked for a cigarette break. Glad to comply I also slipped a free gram of Pablo Escobar special into Brazil's friendly hand. A mischievous twinkle sparkled in his eyes. "You really want me to talk my ass off tonight huh? Smoking me up gratis, feeding me gratis, now some gratis Pablo Escobar?"  Only the best for my teachers. You deserve it."  I replied." Brazil walked into the bathroom for a toot & then walked out to the front of Bonfiglio's for a cigarette. Just them Jim the Gent, a preferred gold card "custy" walked in, followed moments later by another good "custy" Heather the Hairstylist.  Smiles, greetings, perfunctory cordialities, covert exchanges of money & Escobar & I had Heather & Jim happily out the door in less than 5 minutes. Jim took three 8 Balls & Heather took 2. At $175.00 per 8 ball that was $875.00 my friends & "custys" had just slipped into my pocket. But they were certainly getting their money's worth.  Either you know the right people or you don't. Pay less & deal with somebody else & my "custys" know you'll wind up with speed or something else that is only called Pablo Escobar  but is something else.  I'm no Scar Face just a regular guy who needs time for his artistic pursuits rather than spend every day busting my ass for an employer. Brazil reentered with a new spring in his step. "That's some fucking fantastic shit Solo." Brazil said. "No speed, no bullshit, just pure far seeing Pablo Escobar. Thank you."     "My pleasure Brazil."  I replied. "Small thing in exchange for all the knowledge you shared with me tonight about the Russian masters." "OK fair trade agreement?" said Brazil.  "Fair trade, that's right." I replied. The dinner dishes were taken away & we moved on to desert & drinks. The jukebox was playing Santana's Black Magic Woman.