Day CLlX

Da Paper Tail

     Sometimes on weekends he had lavish parties, and all kinds of peeps would show up. It was a grand time. But the time came when the store couldn’t keep up with his extravagances anymore, and he started cutting back. It was kind of too little too late. The parties stopped, but not the clubbing. One afternoon a kid rushed into the store, waving his arms up in the air, and yelling:

    “Marty, where’s Marty?”

    “Cool it dude, he’s sitting on the throne, he’ll be right back!”

    “Tell im to hurry it up dude, some dudes are taking his car, man!”

     Marty heard that, and ran out of the toilet, zipping up his pants, as he ran to the door…a tail of toilet paper trailing his ass.

     “Whaaaat da fock!” He ran out of the store.

     He got there just in time to see the repoman, and a member of New York’s finest.

     “Yo dude, ya don’t pay, ya don’t ride!” The repoman said as he towed his beloved Cady away.”

     The next day he went, and got himself a decent used sedan. When I saw him, he smiled, and said,

    “Need to cut back, bro!”

    “Really dude!”

    “Yea man, gotta save, man, gotta cut back, man.”

    If only he had done so sooner. He stopped doing business with me, because we were cash only. Our stuff moved, it was cheap, but we were a small outfit, and because of that we couldn’t give people credit. We still hung out once in a while, though, and I would run into him at some of the clubs from time to time. Things weren’t going well, and one day he started praying for a fire or something so that his insurance would cover it.