Day CCXXXII

Da Mess

     “Okay okay dude, let’s just do what we gotta do, man”

     “Yea, but they must be pissed!”

     “Wada ya expek, man, ya old man must be mad as hail too.”

     “Yea, but I think he musta laffed a bit too.”

     “Ya think!”

      “Oh yea, he has a helluva sense a humah, man.”

     “Really!”

     “Oh yea, but rite na he be mad as hail cuz ada mess they made, man. Da be piss, an shit in front ada lab, all ova da stai ahs an hallway.”

     As we passed through the living room, the gang was all spaced out, laughing at every little dumb thing, staring at the walls, the ceiling, hallucinating at the little rings they made with their cigarettes. They didn’t even noticed us as we went out the door. Out in the hallway, as I followed George, we could smell and see the trail the girls had made, from one end of the hallway to the other, and the piss puddles at the bottom of the stairs.

     “Man, they must have really freaked.”

     “This is must be the definition of farm out, man.”

     “He hee heee!”

     “George, man, what eva they thunk they saw dude, was made worse by da acid.”

     “Yea, and I forgot pop was woiking late, man. They musta ran into him in the lab.”

     “Hail dude in they state a mind, he musta looked like a ghoul or sompen, man.”

     “Damn, if he was woiking on a coipse, an it had a reflex action, ya na sat up an shit as they came ina doh, I could see wa she shit hawsef, man.”

     “Hail dude, I wuda shit mysef too.”

     “Haw haw haw!”

     “Cool it…he hee hee…man, my old man ahweady be pissed.”

     “Okay, okay okay!”