Day CXCI

Suckah

       “Look Red, ya na da be a pawn shop up atta coinah, man. Why donya goes on ova da, an has em tell ya how much it be woith, man. Mebbe it woith mo than wa I don tol ya, uh?”

     After a while Red, asked:

     “Wud ya stay hea moment, so ya na, I can has diz checked out.”

     “Sho thang bwa, go on has it checked out, I’ll look out fo ya.”

     Out he went, and after about twenty minutes, he kind of slowly slinks back into the shop.

   

     “What up Red, ya look like ya dawg jest died, man.”

     “Oh man, oh man, Oh shit shit shit!”

     “So wats up, man?”

     “Diz piece a shit, man…it be lead, man. Facking lead! It only has a very slight gold plating on it.”

     “Ah hail man, so somebody don duped ya gwanny, uh.”

      Red didn’t say anything, he lit up a smoke, inhaled deeply, and just stared at him. Gus wanted to break out into a real loud guffaw, but he didn’t, he could see Red’s jaws grinding away. Red was as pale as Michael Jackson, looking sick, and anger was starting to replace his emotions by the realization that he was indeed the big sucker here. So Gus thought better of laughing and didn’t, discretion being the better part of humor.

     “Soooo, how much is it really woith?” he asked.

     “Da man ova da sed mebbe foity, mebbe fity bucks, man.”

     “Soooo…how much ya thunk ya gwanny don paid fo it?”

     “Det facking junky, man…he facked me…facked me real good too!”

     “Wat junky, dude?”

     “Oh man, diz modafacking junky walks in hea diz moining, man. He wuz wearing diz hea chain, an he really suckahd me, real good too, man. He not only yanked my chain, but he don sold it back to me too.”