Day CCXCII

Off To The Quacks

     “Wats mo impoitant ya stoh or ya health? Ya kin always build up da biz, man.”

     “Guess ya wite, dude.”

     “Guess, my ass, man!”

     “Why donya calls ya ol lady, see if she can stay hea fo a while, an we’ll goes ova tada clinic? Let em quacks take a look at ya!”

     “Ida na, man.” He raised an eyebrow, looked at me, then asked: “They weally gon twy an puts they fingah up my ass, man?” He stared at me looking for an answer to something I could not possibly know.

     “How da hail am supposed ta na, det, uh?”

     “A ite a ite, ahwedy, dude.”

     “Look dude, ya me pal an all, but I ain’t gots alla day long ya na, I gots ta make some dough, ya dig. So doya wanna goes or not.”

      “Jest lemme think aboudit a minute, okay.”

      “Don’t tink too long dude, I gotta go do some thangs, man.”

       “Okay, okay okay ahweady, man…lemme at least call Gloria an let haw na wa I gon be. She calls hea alla time, like she needs ta na wa I be, or else she gon think Oi be out da on some oda babes bones an sheet, ya na.” He smiled as he picked up the phone.

      “Ya dog, can ya blames haw?”

      “Hi sweety, look I gotta goes tada clinic, so I won’t be hea, an I doesn’t na how long I gon be gone, ya na…Yea I think I’s gots a feva, an my joints still ache…love ya too…Yo man, wa is diz clinic? She wanna na wa it be an sheet.”