Day CCLXI

A View Of Hell

     “Man we ran out ona poich, an da wuz fires evy wa, it was dark as shit, man. No moon! I swea ah I could smell brimstone, man. We thought we wuz in hail, man. Det we don opened da doh ta hail, man. So befo dem evil spiwits cuds git us, we don ran back out da oda way. We knocked his dad down. He got up and followed us, still holding his freaking bloody knife. We opened every freaking doh in dat hallway, and in evy one of em da wuz a stiff. We taut they wuz Vampires, dude. Fo real, man! When Iggy caught up wit us, I asked im wat his name wuz, an when he sed Igor…man, I thunk fo sho he was da monstah Frankenstein’s pal, an we wuz don done fo.”

     “Hawwwwwww haw haw whoooo shit babe! Damn, detta be some funny ass shit!”

     “Funny now, man…he hee heee, I asked im ta puhlease…he hee heee…not eat us, man.”

     “Haw haw haw!”

     “Yea, it be funny, but it wuzn’t fo funny then, yo!”

     “Wow I can’t even magine going through dat on acid.”

     “How bout you, ya had any shit like dat happen ta ya?”

     So I told her what happened to me after I left the party; knocking on big Herby’s door in the middle of the night; my trip through the park; all the way on up to my encounter with Chubbles.

     “I think we’ve been through da woist of it.”

     “I hope ya rite, man…really!”

     “Maybe we should git George an hang tageda till diz shit dies out.”