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SNOWING IN BALI

kept his personal stash of coke and maybe one or two stray ecstasy pills.

While they were searching, they picked the boards up in their hands 10 times, and every time I was like, ‘Whooo, oh god.’ I was thinking they might find it, even though I knew they probably wouldn't, but I was worried.

– Gabriel

The boss kept intermittently taking him outside, playing good cop, repeatedly crooning, ‘We want to help you; tell us where your drugs are.’ After six long hours, and no drugs, a different cop took him outside to do the same little tap dance. This time, when he came back inside, the boss smirked at him.

I came back into my bedroom and the guy had his arm buried in my pillow. As soon as I walk in he goes, ‘Ahhhb’ and pulls out of the pillow a little blue plastic zip lock bag and says, ‘Gentlemen, drugs, heroin.’ I’m like, ‘No way, that ain’t mine.’ First, I don’t fucking keep drugs in my pillow and second, how does he know it’s heroin if he’s just discovered it?

They changed as soon as that guy pulled the drugs out; they got mean. They were laughing with a smirk on their faces, ‘Aha, we got you,’ and I was like, ‘Noooo.’ Running around the room, stamping my feet, pounding on the bed, screaming, ‘Noooo. Nooo, man, no, no, no, don’t do this. It’s not mine. Don’t do this to me, guys.’

He was just smiling at me, going, ‘We got you,’ and I was just fucking pissed, man. I was thinking, ‘This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this can’t be happening.’ Cos I knew that the worst thing is to get busted in a place like Bali, so when it started to hit that this guy was serious about busting me with his fucking shit, I got scared

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