confessions of a milk cartel bodyguard

for as long as i can remember (early march) ive been involved with the ben guiri milk cartel. its just something i've was born into for better or worse.
i'll take you along on a typical "delivery run" to town. my father, ali, rises @ 4 am to collect the "product" (milk) from our neighbors and loads ~80 liters into our streetrod.
we begin our 5 mile journey into azrou at breakneck speeds comparable to that of a blind, lame, and overburdened donkey. upon arrival 40 minutes later we first visit the cafes on the main drag to drop-off the "stuff." ali's jovial demeanor quickly shifts to that of a hard nosed businessman, he tells me to "stay with the car" as he comes around to open my door because the handle and latch have fallen off. ali returns with a jug of coffee and no blood on his hands, everything went smoothly. we motor up the hill with little concern for life, the horses under hood ablazin', only to arrive at the petrol station to give the "ponies" a drink. as we fill up the brakes fail and the car begins to roll away, but "the godfather" is quick to throw a log under the rear wheel, no sweat. 30 cents of gas and were off. next stop is to the neighborhoods for a little shakedown!! driving through the neighborhood, ali gives the horn a wheezy/dusty honk, and adeptly guides the car onto the curb to compensate for the lacking braking system.
as we open the rear hatch, the "users" begin to line up under my watchful gaze. "hey NO cutting" i yell "there's enough for everyone." after all the nickel and dimers are satiated we hop back in the "ride," cut the tires from the curb and are off. always the frugal boss, ali cruises with the car off the entire 3 miles down the hill, oblivious to the honking cars and trotting donkeys passing us regularly. we cut through the downtown to cruise the strip and let our presence be known, "i own this town" ali yells as we turn towards home. as we near ait amer ou ali, ali, ever the environmentalist, cuts the engine some 400 yards from the house and we creep into the drive. another day, another dollar. fugitaboutit!!