Day CXXXll

Da Yougly

     “He told his brothers he wanted his ashes spread all over St. Mary’s. He used to spend lotsa time da before he died. He loved dat park, and he did a lot of thinking da about his life, and shit ya na. Anyway, his brothers made it a picnic to celebrate him. He did a lot of good before he died. Ya na he woiked wit junkies, and he helped a lot adem overcome da habit. His brothers made it a celebration, man. They grilled boigahs, hot dogs, and they had a cooler loaded wit bea an soda in lotsa ice, man. We all talked about his life. Ya shuda been da, man. James membered dat day up ona roof, when he flung dat stogy off ina da cosmos ana stweet below. We remembered his jones for dat redheaded chickie, and dat time youses tried snuff. It was funny sad shit, man. Everybody had some nice or funny flashback about im. Nobody remembered da bad shit. Ya na like dat time he lost his freaking hand.”

    “Ya mean when Donya Anna don freaking chopped it off, uh”

    “Yea you could puts it that way, I guess!”

    “Puts it nathan, man…datta be da way it was, man. Yea, I think about them thangs sometimes too, man. But ya gots ta remember the good with the bad, man.”

     “And sometimes da ugly too.”

     “Ya means da yougly, bwa!”

     “He hee hee!”

     “Yea, he did doodit lots adem too, uh.”