Day LXIII

Behind Bars

     I think El Jeffe realized what was going through my mind, because he winked at me, smiled, and said:

    “Joo no, joo unarstand!”

    “Whoo whoo, ha ha ha!” we shared a moment. Then I said to Angel,

    “Dude!” I says, “All he gotta do is pay the gal, man…and we outa hea!”

    “Dat’s all!” he looked at el Jeffe!”

    “Jess pay the senyoreeeta, and he kan go.” Jeffe said, with a smile.

      I asked to see him, and he led us to a cell where Juan was being held.  When he saw us, he smiled, jumped up from a miserable cot, and ran reaching out with both hands through the bars to grab us.

     “Sheesssssssssshhhhhhhh!” He sighed, “Thank God!”

      “How ya doing Juan?” Angel asked.

      “How do I get outa hea, man?” He responded

      “Pay da gal, and ya outa hea dude!”

    I thought he would’ve been grateful, but he starts screaming.

    “No way man, she never asked fo any money. I thought she liked me, man. Then ina morning she asked fo dough. Screw dat man! I don’t pay for pussy!”

    “Well down hea ya does, and it’s da ony way ya’s getting out!”

     What a freaking bind. I told Jeffe what was happening, and he says

    “He stay in jail, no pay senyoreeeta, no get out!” He said it loud so we could all hear it.

    I took a few steps down the hall to a bench, sat down, leaving Juan and Angel, to talk it out. I lit up another smoke, and thought about the whole thing for a moment, then I smiled as an idea came to me. Angel saw me smiling, and said:

     “Yo, man diz ain’t funny!”

     “Nah man, it ain’t nathan like dat,” I smiled.