Day CCXXXIX

Her First Smoke!

     We were all smoking our brains off, and inhaling second hand smoke when not puffing on our own. It was a grand time we were having; laughing at stilly things; telling jokes; enjoying the booze; and listening to the girl’s go go experiences.

     “Ya na youses sit ata bah, an ogle us, thinking ya gon take us home!” Beth was telling James.

     “Na wats wrong widdet, fine as you is, uh?” He responded, and winked at George.

     “Det may be, but while I’m up da shaking my ass at ya, I’m thinking, go on fool, spend ya monieeee E…mama needs ta pay haw rent, yo.”

     “So det how it be?”

     “Pretty much, jest ask any girl hea!”

     In the background we had Donna Summer, KC & the Sunshine, the Jacksons, Tito Puento, James Brown, the MJQ, Dave Brubeck, the Drifters, it was a cool mix of soul, Jazz, disco, Latin Jazz, and Doo Wop. But the best of all was seeing the ladies letting their hair down, and just dancing with no pervert pressure. It was a partay!

     “Haiiieeee y’all!”

    Sonia burst through the door, and nobody paid her any mind, everyone was off in their own universe. No one missed her.

     “Que pasa people?” Morgana sang as she followed her through the door.

     Again nobody seemed to know that she had been anywhere. Then they saw George. He saw them, smiled, waved, and played it cool, as if he didn’t know a thing about what they had been through. As far as we were concerned nothing unusual had happened. Sonia found her purse, dug out a smoke, and offered Morgana one.

    “Hea sis, have a smoke!” she smiled as she lit up.

     “Oh no, no I don’t smoke.” She responded, then perhaps mulling over what they been through,

     “Oh wada hail, gimme one.”

     Sonia obliged her, and lit her up,

     “Take it easy sweety, just inhale as you suck on the tip, inhale slowly, ya dig.”

     “Okay, okay…like diz, uh.”