Addiction

I hesitate to write about the following subject but have no other way to get this off my chest. Sunny just won't listen to me anymore and seems to be in the clutches of an addiction.

Sunny and I first purchased some in St Maartin on the street and little did I know she had gone back several times more without my knowledge to get more. As we travel through the islands people are always selling and we have even gotten some for giving a guy a ride across the cut in Rodney Bay. Sunny was doing one every other day or so and until recently I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying herself. Today however I realized she was really going over the edge when she rolled out the biggest one I had ever seen. I had some of it and to be honest I was never much of a fan before, but this was really good. I asked her where she got it and she said to take her to the beach. As we arrived at the beach next to the outdoor market, I began to wonder what I was going to do with her when we got home. Hopefully this was a phase.

As we entered the market through the back door a couple young Rastas were just getting baked. Sunny pointed to one of them and said, "This is Jimmy my supplier."

Jimmies eyes were completely dilated and he smelled of weed. "Respect", he said.

Sunny told him she wanted more and that she had money. Jimmy slowly got up, gave me a fist bump and said, "Ri oher ere mon". We followed him over to a table in the front of the store and it appeared he had just received a new shipment of some really good stuff. Sunny, knew immediately what she wanted and grabbed two hand fulls. She gave him a bit of cash, he thanked us and out we went.

Sunny was smiling from ear to ear as she proudly inspected her giant mangoes. They are the best we've seen so far and she can't get enough.