Day VI

Anger

     The people on the sidewalk were pissed, with extreme prejudice, and they were running up, coming to seek justice, and that meant kicking our arses. In hind sight, the rear view mirror of life being so clear, they could have killed us, maybe, even, in their rage thrown one of us off the roof.

     We ran down another building, once out on the sidewalk, we calmly walked to the park. On the way James continued to retched,

     “Haaak…cough cough! He spat, and said:

     “Man, I gotta git this damned yuck out of my mouf, man!”

     Joe took his last smoke off his ear, lit it, took a drag, and nervously passed it to James.

     “Here man, maybe this will help ya!

     “Thanks, man, but damn bwa ya sho be noivous, man.” James said.

     Joe didn’t respond, he was worried because he had been seen, and if she pointed him out, he was going to pay for James’ sin, his stupidity. We hopped time would fade her memory. We were pals, for sure they would
add it all up, and we would be in trouble.

      “Man, dat po bastid, man, dat snow cone guy. All his shit was broken man, all cuz a us." He said.

    “Yea, he must be madda than a ripped off junkey, man. Fo sho hebee looking fo somebody ta pay fo alla shit his too, dude."

     “We gotta lay low is all!” James said. “Anyway, it was a accident man. I didn’t know dat wuz gon happen."

     “Accident, smashident man…we did it, an if they finds us out, we don done fo, dude.”