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CHARLEY In Jamaica, my wife and I dare to set foot on the concrete compound. Past machine gun guards and jeep patrols we come to Charley who informs us,
"I control this part of the island." His partner in stealth, the one with a scar from his right eye to his left cheek stirs the air at my back in a mystical T'ai Chi frisk of all my possessions and says, "You're all right." And Charley continues,
"You want something to smoke, I know your girl friend wants something to smoke, No? You want a woman, you want a boy, your girl friend wants a woman... I can get you anything you want. "What have you come for, How much do you want to spend?" So, without hesitation or thought, that being a survival factor, I say,
I've got ten bucks and I need a pair of really dark sun glasses." Charley, he cool without sun glasses. He knows just the place where he can haggle down the price to seven bucks a pair as long as he do all the talking, and you , feeling just a bit, well within an inch of your life give him all the money he saved you.
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