“Me too, I bin trying ta quit…I wuz up ta like a monf wit out a smoke, then diz shit happened. Diz be me last one, so we gon hasta sha it.”
I took a couple of drags, and passed it to her.
“So wat’s da hallusinatatations ya bin hasing?”
“Well it began when da facking Ghoul sent us down dem freaking stairs, man.”
“Yo, foda wecoid,
when I foist met im, he sent me down dem too. Da mofo tinks it be funny shit.”
“Det may be, boot we
wuz on acid, you wuzn’t.”
“So what happened?”
“Man we thought da
eyes ona peeps on dem paintings wuz following us; da flo wuz spinning, da walls
wuz like waving an shit; ana staiahs wuz ackting like an escalatah. When we gots tada bottom, dat moda sed da doh ona
left. Sheeet, det wuz da lab, an his dad wuz woiking ona stiff, man.”
“Oh shit?”
“No shit, man…I
really hadda go, man…my bladdah wuz like boisting, man. When I opened da doh, da stiff sat straight up, and stared at me
yo, rite in my face, man. Like he noo me or sompen, it was like he was looking
ina my soul, man. Ya dig?”
“So wat happened?
“My freaking bladdah
exploed yo, and I peed on myself, man; Sonia too, so we ran up dem stairs, as his
dad chased us widda bloody knife, man. We thought we wuz gon die, dude.”
“No shit?!”
“Yea man we thought we
wuz don done fo, man.”
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