Day LX

Serious shit

     “She told me, ina morning when Conchita woke him up, and asked him for her money...she said he got upset. She couldn’t unastand it, because he had a real good time. She said he said,

    “Ayee don pay fo poosee! That’s how she sed, he said it.”

     “When he refused to pay haw da lousy ten bucks, she called la policia! They came, and took him. He’s still da, I hope.”

     “Oh sheeet!”

     I quickly gargled a Coronita, washed my face, and lit up a butt. Anxiety, and a need for a butt go hand in hand. Then we ran down to the jail. My Spanish isn’t very good, most of us in the city don’t really speak it well. American Spanish is what we speak, half Spanish, half English, it’s Spanglish…our’s is a New York idiom. But, I can do a pretty good impression of a Spaniard.

    On the way to the jail, I remembered seeing a Brit movie, about a slick private eye. When he talked to common blokes, he put on an act. He felt if he used big words they would show him more respect, as if he were an educated upper class. It’s human nature, respect for your betters he said.

     “Sure thing guvnah!” they responded, and he got away with it. I don’t believe that royalist, elistist, euro crap, but the idea just might work.

     I smiled as I thought about it.

     “Why ya smiling, man. This dude’s in serious trouble, man. We too gon be in some serious shit if we returns wit out im.”

     “I was just remembering a movie I saw a few days ago.”

     “Damn man, an am agin, man at a time like this…damn brodah!”

     When we got there, Angel opened the door, and said:

     “Afta y’all brodah,” and in we went.