Day CCLXIX

At The Greek's

     “Kalimeera dude!”

     “So ya wanna speak Greek, uh…got ya eye ona Helena, dude?”

     “How ya doing Al?”

     “Wa ya bin dude, ain’t seen ya in a while?”

     “Wat’s good, man?”

     “It’s all good dude!”

     “Watcha special?”

     “Nutin diz time…it’s two ina aftanoon, man. We has a breakfast special, then one for lunch, da next ones at fi toity, man.”

     “Howzabout some eggs, boiga an fries, yo.”

     “Dat I kin do, coming rite up.”

     I went up front, bought the paper, and it freaked me out. It was Thursday’s paper, I had slept over forty freaking hours, I had lost a day…Wednesday…all of it- gone!

     “Damn, an am again, damn!”

     “Watssa mattah dude?”

     “It’s a long, long story, man!”

     “Da place is empty, you eat, I lissen.”

     So as I ate, I told him what had happened to me since Sunday. How Morgana was making guys shit themselves, and how she finally got her comeuppance; how Sonia put acid in the punch; and Morgana shit herself; how she and Sonia were scared out of their freaking minds; how I damned near got myself killed by a big angry dude; my traipse through the park in that dark, cold wet storm; how I nearly fell out of a freaking five story window; and how I had just slept for almost two freaking days, as if I had been anesthetized…in a freaking coma.