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The Israeli was handsome and unkind. I grew fat on German pastries, he poked my backside and said so. His cool Israeli friends came over and sat about smoking chillums; a complicated series of rituals which I got wrong. How to mix the charas and tobacco in your palm, how to pack it and wrap your special ragged cloth about the base, the boom shanker throw of a prayer and touch to the forehead, how to light it, get it burning without dying, breath in without throwing a whitey, and for god’s sake don’t pass it to the left. I pretended to know everything while wishing I spoke Hebrew. I think I…
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