Trouble
On
the way home Angel said:
“So I guess Juanito
got himself a free piece of ass, uh.”
“He screwed a virgin,
man!” That’s why they were pissed, he screwed a senyorita, an det means virgin, man, an didn’t pay her. Man, she
must be maddah than a wet cat, uh?”
“Wet cat, uh…whooo
whooo whooo! Dat’s funny bro, a wet pussy…a ite!”
“Awwww man, he just
screwed a ho, I mean he really screwed a ho.”
Then he Added: “Juan,
ya don’t na how lucky ya is to have me man hea, speaking da lingo. Ya cuda been
da for months, man.”
“Yea, man, feasting
on tortiyas, an rat meat.”
“Ho ho ho, he he,
heeeee!” We laughed, but Juan didn’t think it was funny, then he turned to me,
and said,
“Yo bwa I owes ya, big time, man. Anytime, I
can do anything for ya…jest ask!”
On the way back in,
the border guards stopped the car,
“Anything of value
you want to declare guys!”
“No sir!” Angel says.
“Then you won’t mind
opening yar trunk, uh?”
“No sir!” He opened
the trunk, and right there on top of our awol bags was my rum. An awol bag is the same as a gym bag.
“Who belongs to
this?!” He asked.
“Oh sheet!” I says,
“I’m sorry sir, I just forgot it’s was there.”
He asked where we
were from, what base, and after he got all the information, he kept the rum, and let us go.
“Damn, an am again,
after all the shit we went through, and we get busted for a bottle of rum.”
“Hey man, let’s just go!”
Juan says.
That was the first time I got in trouble,
and all for a half empty bottle of rum.
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