Day CXXXlV

Cannibalism?

     “I didn’t sez anythang ata moment, ya na. I waited till Tony walked on, then I said, yo, man din ya see him putting his mitts all ova dem ashes, an shit…an then gi ya da dawg? That was some funny shit, man. His face got all contoited, pink, an shit, ya na. He wents ova tada bushes, and started retching his face out, man. I laffed my ass off. I just couldn’t help it, when Tony rebounded, and asked what was so funny. I said,

     “Oh, man, da cigah, da cigah, man!”

     “Oh yea, dat was some funny shit, man. They wuz lucky they din gits caughted, them peeps wuda thwoun em off da woof, man.”

    “When James came back from the bushes, he lit up a smoke, took a deep drag, and said, I gotta go, man, I feels real sick bwa. So, I took him home. When I told his wifey bouda hot dog, she sez,

     “James…ya sa stooopid man, how could ya eat det dawg like dat, man?

     “Like waaa at?”

     “Yeeeuck…wit his freaking ashes on it, ya dummieee!”

     “It was da moment, Oi wuz hungwy…ya hadda be da!”

     “Wuz dat like cannibalism, man?” I asked.

     “Oh ya kannieeeball!” She yells…“Ya just don’t tink man, ya don’t tink!” she screamed as she threw her arms up ina air…”Ya don’t freaking tink, man.”

     “Ya hadda be da, I said, ya wuda laughed too.”

     “Oh no I wudn’t, I wuda smacked det damned dawg wite outa his freaking hand!”

     Dat was my cue. I left as they started arguing ova dat damned dog. Damn, even in deeth dat mofo started shit.

    “He hee, heee!”