Day CX

Da whole pie

     “No man, I dumped it all ina trash da oda day, ya na. Next ting alla adem bozos be wearing it. It be some funny ass shit, uh?”

     “Some adem looks like zombies, yea man, standing ona coinah looking a zomby...he hee heee!”

     “Facking zombies, man...fo sho me old captain wuda bin pissed, man.”

     “Hey man, it be cold out da, maybe ya don didit a good thing, ya na. Ya ga em some woim clothes ta weah.”

    “He hee heee...so ya woik hea, na, uh”

    “No man, a yea ah ago I convinced pop to buy da place, we owns it now.”

    “Does da pie come wida sody, dude?”

    “Whooo whooo whooo” we shared an old memory.

    James wasn’t dumb, he just did some stupid things. But man was he smart with numbers. One day when we were kids, sometime after we had started smoking, a group of us were hanging out. I think there were like ten of us. We all smoked once in a while, but we were still kids, and never had any money.  When we ran out of smokes, we decided to pull our change for a pack. We also decided that we wanted pizza too, and so we schlepped over to the pizza shop.

      Wen we got there, we pulled our cash, and came up with a buck seventy five. Pizza was .10 a slice, and a drink was another .10 cents. Not enough for all of us, and forget about the smokes. Then James looked at the menu.

     “Yo Vinnie, how much is a whole pie, man!”

     “A buck ana quatah foda pie!” he said.

     “Dat comes wida free sody, rite!”

     “Yea, ya gits a big bottle a coke!”

     “Sooooo, ummmmmmmmmm…okay, gimme da whole pie!” he says.

    “Okey dokey, dude!”