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Out With Don Juan

     It was a quick ride over the Tri-boro. Damn, I just love the view of  the city from up there, there’s nothing like it. Except for maybe when you’re flying in, and you can see the city below welcoming you home, from where ever you’ve been.

     After George was done with his dad’s errand, we decided to walk around Steiway St. It’s a big shopping area, a lot like Fordham Rd, and there were lots of hot Greek babes strolling back and forth. I was sure George’s head was going to snap right off, as his head whipped back and forth from one chick to another.

     “I think I’m going to marry me a Greek chickey, man. Can ya digit? I like Greek, dude…Oh yea. Lookey det ass ova da, man. Wow!”

     “Ya betta cool it dude, ya cuds has yasef a hoit attack, man.”

     “As long as I die in haw bossom,” he said as he ogled a gorgeous, raven haired Helena, “Yasoo, yasoo kookla!”

       “Euuuu!” She stared at him as if he were a pervert, indeed if looks could kill, he would have been as dead as one of his pop’s customers.     

     “Dude deeze Gweeks be jealous as hail, man. Ya betta watch out, one adem gon come on out hea kicking ya ass, man.”

     “Dude if I had a mamie like det, I wuds neva, eva let haw come on out hea among da wolves by hawsef.”

     “Mebbe he trusts haw, jack!”

     “Oh, I wuds trusts haw, it’s da wolves I don’t trust.”

     “He hee heee…dudio evybody ain’t like ya, man”

     “Ya betcha, I be unique, dude…unique, ya dig!”

    In his freaking mind, he was Don Juan, Casanova, Romeo, and Valentino all rolled up into himself.