Day CCLXXI

There Was A Fire

     I smiled, and when I got home I noticed the odor of burnt wood, and charcoal. That was the scent I couldn’t figure out before, but since it was over, I just went right inside. It was Friday, the weekend was upon me, and all I could think about was my productivity. I hadn’t done any business at all, except for the one deal at the beauty parlor. I hadn’t called it in, and at this time, there was no way I was going to be able to deliver it on time. I lit up a smoke, and it just didn’t feel right, so I put it out. At last I felt right, and I knew the freaking trip was over. Never again! Not that it was intentional, but I determined from then on, not to drink anything I couldn’t open myself.

     As I sat on my recliner I decided to give Chino a shout out about the bangles, and called him.

     “Chino!”

     “Wat up dude, ain’t hoid from ya all week, man..wat’s going on…ya wetiahd?”

     Again I found myself repeating my tale of mishap, and misadventure.

     “Damn man, donya na not tabee drinking no freaking punch, man?”

  

      “Now I do!”

     “So wat can I do ya fo?”

     “Look dude, I na it be late! I ain’t don no biz diz whole week, man. Boot I do has an ohda, and she wants it t’mawa, or she won’t do no bidness wit me no mo. Ya dig?”