Day CCXC

Palpitatations

     When you quit smoking you have to be careful of just about everything, because anything can trigger a craving for a smoke again. Gus was kind of a funny guy he hated Jamaicans. I really don’t know why, but every freaking time I ran into him, he had a beautiful, hot, Jamaican babe on his arm.

      “She be my love, man, my dream girl,” he would smile, all the while making goo goo eyes as he introduced me to the latest lady in his life.

     He had stopped smoking for almost nine months, but when I walked into his small boutique, he was sitting by the door puffing away. It was my first stop that day, he had just opened up, and the place was empty.

     “Why ya gots da blues Gus?”

     “Ah, man I bin sick as a dog, yo.”

     “Ya must be, ya looks like ya gon die, man.”

     “No joke man, me ol lady's bin taking cah a me; diz be da foist time I’s opened da stoh in almost a week...I losted da weekend, dude.”

      “So wat ya gots, dude?” I asked as I kept my distance, “Isit contagious?” I continued.

                                                                                                  

      “Na na na, dude, I gots chills, my joints hoit, palpitatations, cain’t eat, and I think I has a fevah too.

      “Is ya on acid, man?”

      “Scweu det hippy sheet, man. I doesn’t trip dude…Why’s ya gon ask me det sheet fo, man?”

       “He hee heee...Ya sed ya has palpitations, man!”

       “I did, an sometimes still doos…anyway, wat det has tadoo wit acid?”

       “Sometimes cats onit gits em?”

       “How ya na det…oh yea, I memba det week ya almost freaking died,” he smiled.