Day CCXX

Sweet Gum

    “Yo Ghoul, wat up?”

     We looked up, and there was Sonia, a pal of one of the guys who got a shaft of gum from Morgana.

     “I was telling im how ya sweet pal, Moigana, was giving out sweets tada guys in da.”

     “He hee heeee! Yea, y’all be very cahful she don’t be giving youses none.”

     “So it’s true,” George sez.

     “Det last dude was a pal a mine, I don’t know why she gave him some. He wuz really cool wit me, and sometimes left me nice tips, man. Now he don’t come by no mo. He be embarrassed, man.”

     “Yea man, if det happened ta me, I would neva, eva come back in da again, ya dig?”

     “How come management didn’t do nathan, uh?”

     “Cain’t prove anythang, man…it’s all hea say. Ana guys ain’t come back ta sez it wuz Morgana neida, ya na.

      “Yea!”

     “Det makes sense.”

     “Y’all coming in?”

     “Ina bit sweets,” George says.

     “We shud gits haw, man,” I smiled.

      “Yea det wuds be cool, but how?”

     “Oh, let’s let it ride…we’ll come up wit sompem.”

     A few days later George calls me, and asks,

     “Yo man, ya think dem ladies wuds come ta lil pahtay at my place?’

     “When?”

     “Ida na, we gotta woik it out, man.”

     “Why dontcha staht by asking Sonia, she na alla hoes in da.”

     “It wuds hasta be afta woik, man.”

     “Who ya gon invite?’

     “Alla dem, man.”

     “Diz needs planning dude.”

     As it turned no plans were made, one day George ran into Sonia, and just asked:

      “Hey ya tink youses cuds make it to my pahtay?”

      “When?’

      “Ida na yet.”

      “Wats da occaision?”

      “No reason, evy once in a while I jest has one.”

      “Well, da best time would be on a Sunday.”

      “Why?”