Day CXVl

Time flies

     “Yea, but back then, they wuda bust ya up, take ya home, an ya old man a bust ya up some mo too.”

     “Wat eva happened to John!”

     “When da junkies flooded da nabe, he sold, moved up state, an we ain’t neva seen im again, man.”

     “Yea man some things nevah change.”

     “So watcha gonna do, dude?

     “Don’t really na, man…right now I’m just feeling my way round, but I may  get something on Wall Street.”

     “Good luck widat, man.”

      I went to pay, but he wouldn’t take my money.

     “It’s ona house, dude, glad ya’s back.”

     “Maybe we hang out sometime, uh.”

     “Dunno boudat man, I’m a slave tada dough. Then I have to go home and be a slave me old lady too.”

     ”Ahhhhhhh…so some things do change, uh.”

     “It gon happen ta ya too dudio, one a deeze days, jest ya watch… unless youses a homo!”

     “No way dude, is ya dumb…too many fine ladies out da, waiting fo me ta show em a good time, man. I ain’t ready yet.”

     “Well don’t wait too long, man. Time flies, an one day ya gon be a old man, an won’t none adem fine looking young things will wants nuting tadoo witcha.”

     “Whoo ha ha ha!”

     “See ya later man, be cool”

     “Ya na wa I am, man…alla time.”

    Wow I spent an hour there and together we almost smoked a whole pack of butts. Rome wasn’t built in a day as they say, and creating a habit also, took you a while. It did me, twenty years, plus some. So you aren’t going to wake up one day, and just quit. It’s a daily struggle! Don’t even think about how many packs you smoke; or how many butts you burn up in a day. Take it one smoke at a time, one day at a time. It’s all you can do.