Day CCIL

A Recap

     A half hour later George picked me up, I was outside waiting for him.

     “Wadaya wanna do dude?”

     “Ida na, but mebbe we shouldn’t be driving around, uh.”

     “Yea, lets go back to my place, we can have a little wine, relax, dig some jams…wait fo diz shit to go away. I red some wa, it’s betta tabee wit company, than deals wit diz shit alone, man.”

     “Really?”

     “Yea, in case one hasses a bad twip, dudio, da oda one will be da ta make sho ya don’t do sompen stupid, man.”

     “Bad twip, uh…a ite then.”

     So on the way back I told him about my encounter with the black hulk, my traipse through Clairmont park, climbing up my fire escape, puss an boots, and my black sausage escapade.

     “Damn bwa, sounds like ya ahweady hadda bad twip, man.”

     “It scahd da sheet ata me, man. I wuz neva so happy ta gits home, man.”

     “Pussy in boots, I gits it, yo…Haw haw haw!” He was in stiches, I thought he was going to crash, and kill us.

     “Yea man, det wuz Hoiby, man. He’s my boy, and he gits up at fo toity ta goes ta woik, man. He musta bin pisssseeeed.”

     “Oh yea, det’s why I got da hail outa da, man.”

     “We wuz all worried, man. After a while Morgana noticed ya wuz gon, and she started asking everybody, but nobody noo nathan, man.”

     “How long they stay?”

     “Ate ina moining I kicked evybody out, man…I hadda goes ta woik too, ya na.”

     “Ditcha send anybody else tada toilet down da?”

     “Na man, det wuz my quota foda nite, man. Sides, pops wuz already mad at me, an I din’t wanna gi im a hoit attack.”

     “Ditcha an Moigy git it on?” I smiled.