Day LXXXV

Bogus Negrito

     I never found out if they used him for the rodeo or not, but the next day they found an old, mellow mare, and we went on the trail ride. That’s how I learned to ride. But, getting back to the Negrito Village, I used to love to ride over there, and sometimes I felt like Randolph scott, or Gene Autry. It was really cool, there was a really wild trail, and you could gallop for a while. Once I got to the village, I took pictures, looked at their wares, and bought stuff. That part of my tour over there, I really enjoyed.

     There was a rumor, but I never found out if it was true, or if guys were just yanking my chain. The story was Shorty used to go into the bushes at nite, dress up like a Negrito, and walk right past the APs at the main gate, on and off the base. We had a midnight curfew, and by doing that he could come, and go as he pleased. Whenever dudes started jiving Shorty, he just smiled.

     “Yo, yo Negrito how ya dooning, man!”

     “I gots ya Negrito a ite, mofo come hea an kissit!” he said as he grabbed his johnson, and walked away.

    “Ha ha ha ha! Ya tells em Shoity.”

     Shorty smiled, and went about his business. But it made peeps wonder if it was true or not. He was short enough, and in the middle of the night the freaking APs wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. If it was true he would have been able to carry a lot of smokes off the base, without having to worry about the APs.