It was my second day in god forsaken Somalia. As is the custom my cousins picked me up. All they wanted was for me to buy them Khat. I obliged. Mind you I don’t chew but I said “heck with it. I’m gonna chew”. They took me to their lady dealer. I waited in the car. They all got back when all of a sudden their street hustler friend who always forces them to buy him a bundle appeared out of nowhere. Dude put his feet under the tire. He was adamant we but for him. He wouldn’t listen so we ran over his feet. I later paid compensation for no reason. Apparently his feet was too skinny to be impacted by the tire and his feet was buried under the sand. He seemed damages by pretending as if he was injured. A week later I caught him walking just fine. He again demanded compensation and I bought him another bundle. We became good friend. Later he discovered that he was on YouTube and demanded yet another compensation from my cousin
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