Day CL

Sweet Vengeance

     I tried to light a smoke to stop laughing, but I just couldn’t, I remember I almost burned myself. The whole thing lasted about a moment, and then Jay cried out:

                                                                                                                         

     “Hey John, I gotta go tada john,”  as he ran out of the office. He spent the whole afternoon in the toilet. I think when we went home at five, he was still in the john.

     Later as we walked to the subway, Angie says to me,

    “Man, I got even, Oh yea!” as she banged her fist into her hand.

    “Ya what?”

    “I gave dat creep a laxative dude, I gave him a coupla Finamints, man…he hee heee!”

    “Haw haw haw haw… What made ya come up widet?”

     “Oh it wasn’t my idea, a friend told me about it. She said she used to go to diz club in Brooklyn, and da was a creep da, bugging her alla time to dance with him. I don’t know where she got the idea, but she gave dat creep some Finamints. She said that when they were closing the club, management was having hard time getting him out of the john. Man we cracked up, and I thought hell, why not. So I did da same ta Jay, da creep desoived it, man. I knew he was da alla damned time, looking up at my ass, getting off on me. He hee hee!”

     “A ite sweets, one foda goils, uh.”

     We laughed all the way to the train, and the next day Jay didn’t show up for work, we never saw him again.