Mi amigo, Roco tried one pill. The xseño took him to a very different place. He describes machines and aircrafts and battle, all of which he is the captain of. He tells me he always wins the fights and never has fear. At first this was all fine and I would trade him a pill for some nice sweet or salts and bring them to mi madre. She would be happy and so would Roco, but he has let my invention slip. More people know and more people seek xseño. I have begun to trade it for nice foodstuff and clothing, but this is not how I intended, so many people knowing. So many people lining up at my door and mi madre beginning to ask questions. Perhaps now mi hermano can quit el jefe and his gang.