Day CCLXX

Fire                                                                           

     “Damn dude, det be some freaking week ya had, man. I’m neva gon drink anybody’s punch.”

     “Ya gots det rite, man.”

     “Ya na dude, det wuz some tale, man. Det meal wuz ona house, man.”

     “Really!”

     “Ya desoives it, man.”

   I slapped him a high five, and as I left, he said,

     “Watch out fodem punches dude!”

     “Im facking ducking next time, be lee det!”

     “I hea ya dude!”

     As I walked home I ran into Vinnie, a neighbor.

     “Woa dude, wa ya bin man?”

     “Oi bin home since Wednesday, dude.”

     “Na na na, ya cudn’t has!”

     “Why’s det?”

     “Cuz da wuz a fire at ya place, cops, firemen, evybody wuz da. They pounded on ya doh, they wuz trying ta gits evybody outa da place.”

     “Really, I dint hea nutin, man.”

     “Yea I na det, they ventually stopped banging on ya doh. Toins out it wuz a small fiah up ona toid flo. Some ass hole fell asleep wit his smoke, an set his bed on fiah, man. They wuz about ta lay an ax ta ya doh, when they found out it wuz ova. Ya one lucky dude, man.”

     “Damn man, I was in...out like a lite ina fridge, man.”

     “Ya lucky it was a small thang, or ya wuda bin fried like a Mackerel at City Island, man.”

     “Wow, thanks foda noos man. I dint na.”

     “Dinya smell sompen funny when ya gots up?”

     “Yea ah, but I wuz ina rush, man…cudn’t figuah out wat it wuz. I was hungry, and ran out da doh. Dint notice a damn thang, man.”

     “Catcha ona rebound…gotta go woik, dude.”

     “Latah Vin!”

     What a freaking week, going through all of that crap, and it continued with a freaking fire that could have fried me up. Somebody up there really likes me.