Day CCIX

Downtown

     Besides money, Jaime also liked cute young girls, eighteen and over, and none, ever over thirty. While I knew him he had several whom he called his one and only. After he got paid for his land, he moved his business to a better, classier nabe, downtown into the city he went near the UN on 2 Avenue. I lost contact with him, then one day while canvassing the area, I walked into his new store, and asked to see the manager or the owner.

     “Damn bwa, how da hail is ya…ya be like rice in China, man.”

     “Come again?”

     “Rice, it’s everywere in China, man!”

     “So!”

     “Like you man, ya be evy wa, I losted ya numba, but I knew I’d run ina ya one a deeze dayz, ya na.”

     “So how ya dooning…I went by ya sto one day, and it wuz up fo rent, what happened?”

     “Biz was going down, and I wasn’t about ta let it take me down widit, ya na.”

     “I can dig det!”

     “Honey, honey come on out hea!” He yelled.

     Out came a gorgeous young woman about twelve years younger than him, and he introduced us.

     “Dude!” He says, “Diz hea be me fee on say, yo!”

     She smiled, and I shook her firm lovely hand, she had the grip of a no nonsense person. Then she went back to what she had been doing.

     “Man, I can’t live without her, take her shopping wit me alla time, she’s my adviser, knows wat da babes are wearing, she always be on the money…and she gots my back alla time, dude.

     “I see ya changed ya line, uh…gab, silk, wool, chic evening wear!”

     “It’s wa da money be, man.”

     “Wat ya gots fo me, dude?”

     Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have anything that fit in with his new business plan. But we stayed in touch, and just like my old pal Marty, we used to run into each other at some of the clubs from time to time too.