“I’m going to pass this around for you to try it. Take 3-4 leaves and a pinch of quinoa ash.”
My body tingled with excitement. I, who had taken one puff of a cigarette when I was ten and one hit of a joint at forty-five, was going to try an illegal substance. And not just any substance, but coca, a close cousin of cocaine.
How daring. How adventurous. I would finally be able to brag to my younger brother and sister that *I* had tried drugs.
I shook out a large leaf and the ash.