Ramon snorts and pulls the baking powder out of his hands. 'It will kill you, if you take too much at one time. Or too much, for too long a period of time.'

He weighs out some of the baking powder. 'It feels good. Makes your brain fly. You enjoy yourself.' He points at the package. 'This is coke. Every hit lasts about half an hour, and it's strong stuff. Expensive. People use it to party with - drugs, alcohol and sex. Doesn't get much better.'

He sounds a bit regretful really, but that can't be helped.