Day CCLXIV

Moving On

    I don’t know if she was being sarcastic or not, but I continued…

     “Alla det oda stuff is jest hoodoo, yo.”

     “Ummmmmmmm...inasting notions ya has dude.”

     I got up, looked at her, and gave her my card,

      “I gotta go, but ya shouldn’t be alone, ya should hang wit somebody, Sonia… anybody! Hang out wit ya Tia fo a while. Unless ya wanna try an find da ghoul, we could all hangs an wait it out. Anyway if ya wants, gi me a call.”

     “He hee heee…da Ghoul, hail no, not im…jest thinking bout im gives me da cweeps, man.”

     “If ya sees Sonia, say hi!”

      She smiled, nodded her head, and waved as I walked off,

     “Latah dude!”

     That was the last time I saw her. Funny, she had never smoked, yet because of the acid, she became a smoker, and I started smoking again. Sometimes things get in the way, and you have to deal with them. Nicotine was helping me deal with the acid, so I bought another pack of smokes. It was late in the afternoon, and after hanging with Morgana, I didn’t much feel like working either so, I went home. I was still tripping, the same as when I first felt it. I didn’t feel like watching TV, nor hanging with George either. He was probably cruising around, and I didn’t feel like being with him if he freaking crashed. So I went to visit two girls I knew over on Valentine Av. They lived up on the fifth floor, and from their living room you could see the Grand Concourse, and beyond, the top of the George Washington Bridge far away. It was really cool at night with its lights shinning brightly in the distance.