An old bong discovered

 I was chilling out with an old bong in free california remembering the old days now gone when outside of my room I listened to what seemed to be an odd conversation lost in the translation.

The nightwatcher was delivering a speech to my old buddy Dimitri in the room next door. Dimitri actually has a cute italian girlfriend wandering with him here in Tijuana. So Roger was saying:

Listen, mr Dimitri, some nights ago I closed my eyes to the smell of pot coming from your room. I said to myself: he's doing nothing wrong but this is going to get me problems. That was some days ago, mr Dimitri. Now, since you noticed I noticed and did nothing, you became confident and now you're having pot parties with your mates on room 13! Try to understand... it is illegal to smoke here and no other place allows you to do that, that's why you returned to us. The fact is that there may be other guests that don't approve of your options and may complain, you can be expelled from here and I can also have problems on allowing you to do that. So, you must not again repeat, go smoke outside and take care.

Quit the bong?, I said. That´s what Roger is saying to Dimitri. Roger seems a nice guy. I wonder if he will grass to the management... his last words yesterday were funny though. He accused us of monopolizing the ashtrays eheheh but it seemed serious, and the other guests, what will they say? We must stop, Dimitri. Time became bad for us all. The world became dangerous. Dimitri, listen and shut up. We must leave and leave no trace.

Then Dimitri replies to Roger: it's cbd  it's legal, that's the reason I came here, you can buy it near the pool café, and away from the river you find shops everywhere.

Roger didn't seem to concur, he said: does it contain thc?

No.

So, why do you smoke it if it doesn't get you high?

I have adhd.

What's that?

I become hiperactive if I don't smoke.

I'm just saying the smell is the same, and there are here guests that when they enter here they may get confused with the smell and they may talk, understand?

Shall I call my lawyer?

What for?

I've been having problems on other places here.

And the guys on room 13, are they on cbd also?

I can not say, I only know of myself.

I'll talk with them and repeat what I've just told you. But... wait, Mr Dimitri, can you talk with them and explain?

I'll do that and thanks for your advice, ended Roger and he returned to the hotel reception. Then Dimitri knocks on my door, I open and he says:

For Jah's sake: We've been discovered and Roger is right, tell the lads to stop the play.

Yeah, I heard it all, this place is friendly but we have to control ourselves.

Just one thing he got it wrong, come here, I show you on my cell.

And then he shows me a cctv video file of inside his room, a guy is seen inside the room alone touching things.

This is my old landlord.

Is he robbing?

Worst than that! Look, he's looking at my girlfriend's underwear and now he's jerking off with her socks. Fuck! That's why we have moved here again, landlords here are creeps!

You go to Roger and tell him your buddies were not all honest with you but tell him we'll keep it outside here. We don't want problems.

That's what I'll do.

John Moore