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we had lived in Andrews Hall. Electronic equipment was everywhere: stereos, X-Box, flat screen, it was all here. I recognized a few of his old posters, Clerks II and Death to Smoochy hung above his bed. His desk which stood two feet away, contained his laptop, several finance books and a white powder of some kind that was being snorted by an unfamiliar face.
     
    “ Dude, what the fuck?” the guy said loudly, as he quickly turned around in Brent’s chair.
     
    “ Chill out bro, this is Wayne. We lived in Andrews Hall together. He’s cool,” Brent said.
     
    “ If you say so,” the dude answered.
     
    “ This is Mike , he’s a paranoid little freak. Especially when he does this shit ,” Brent said, pointing at the powdery white substance on his desk.
     
    “ Fuck you , Crane .”
     
    “ Ah , man, you know I love ya,” Brent said , ruffling Mike’s hair . “Even if you do snort all my blow.”
     
    “ Please dude. You have plenty to spare.”
     
    Mike shifted in his chair a little more so I finally got a decent look at him. Cheeks a deep crimson, eyes red and puffy with a glazed over expression, Mike had no clue what was going on. For that matter, neither did I. Students at St. Elizabeth partied and a few smoked weed, but coke was hardcore. To be frank, I was surprised I had yet to freak out about seeing an illegal narcotic up this close and personal.
     
    Before I had the chance to ask one of the millions of questions bouncing around in my head, Mike stared at me with this weird childlike enthusiasm and before one syllable escaped my lips, he started telling me this story.
     
    “ So when Brent and I were over in France , we meet this dude named Pierre at a club. We’re all hanging out , right , and after a few drinks he invites us to go back to his place. The dude seems chill so we decide to go. When we finally get to his place, the guy hands us a few glasses of wine and out of nowhere gets out this huge bag of blow. The guy was a drug dealer! Can you believe that shit?”
     
    “ Crazy , man,” I said, wondering what this story had to do with the coke currently in Brent’s possession.
     
    After taking a pull from the red cup on his desk, Brent jumped in and continued the story . “We partied with Pierre several times throughout the course of the year, and well , by the end of it Mike and I sorta became cokeheads.”
     
    “ Oh , we are so fucking cokies,” Mike said, slapping Brent on the back as they both began to laugh.
     
    “ A few nights before we leave, Mike and I ask Pierre if we could have one parting gift , if you know what I mean .”
     
    “ Are you guys serious?” I cut in , not believing that they could get away with sneaking cocaine back into the U.S.
     
    “ Serious as a fucking heart attack , my man,” Mike said.
     
    “ So how’d you get it back here?” I asked , wondering if Brent’s criminal genius was able to pull off such a feat.
     
    “ We couldn’t bring any back since it’d basically be impossible, but Pierre has a cousin who lives in Seattle. Mike and I went up to see the guy and we came back with this...”
     
    Brent reached under his bed and brought out a black duffel bag. He unzipped the bag and hidden underneath some clothes sat several little Ziploc bags of cocaine. Staring at the ungodly amount of white powder, I felt like I was sitting with Scarface and his henchman. I couldn’t believe it.
     
    “ Oh man, you should have seen this bag at the beginning of the semester , Wayne, it was unreal.” Brent said , reaching into the duffle to bring out another pouch.
     
    “ Yeah , dude, fucking incredible,” Mike said, taking the bag from Brent and placing it on the desk.
     
    “ It was essentially full when we first got it, but as you can see, it’s not anymore,” Brent said, as he watched Mike slowly pour out some powder.
     
    “ Only because you’re a fucktard, Crane, and gave a bunch to those freshmen,” Mike said, now beginning to form lines with