Day LlX

Love

     “What is this…a western, man? Hooosegow!”

     “He’s in the can, man…in jail!”

     “Oh shit! Wat he do? He didn’t kill somebody did he?”

     “No, no no, but anything that puts you in jail down here is bad, man.”

     “So what did do?”

     “He went home with a ho, and afterwards refused to pay haw.”

     “Damn, what da hell did he do dat fo?”

     “Love man, he was so drunk he probably thought he was back in East LA!”

     “Shit man!”

     “Da stupido thought she liked him, man. He thought she really like him. Dumb ass thought he was getting over. He was in there buying her drinks all night long, sharing his smokes with her, laughing, having a good time, and when she invited him home, he thought he was in like Flynt, man. He must have thought he was in a bar back home. He was deluded man. I remember when he went with her, he had that stupid Chesshire cat grin a his. Ya na da one when he thinks he got ova on ya when we’re playing nine ball.”

    “Uh ha!”

    “Well this time his nine ball, he, hee heeee…went ina wrong hole, man!”

    “Haw haw haw ho ho!” Even I knew better than that.

    “I know dat, but diz ain’t funny, man. He’s in serious trouble jack!”

    “Shit man, what am I supposed to about it?” I asked him.

    “You speak da lingo, man…you can do a hell of a lot more than me, man.”

    “With all the GIs down here, man, how in the blue hail didya find out wa he was?

      

    “Well when I didn’t find him in his room this morning, I went back to the cantina where I last saw him. One of the girls da told me what happened.”

     “Which is?”