Day CCCVII

Strolling Through the Park

      “Damn I thought you ana Ghoul wuz gon git on. I spied ya two switching spit an all. It cudn’t be helped, y’all hadda doh open an sheet, ya na. Evybody sawed it, cept mebbe Moigy, who was ova by da doh trying to go an pee, an sheet.”

     “An sheet be rite, man, cuz dets wat she don didit, man…Yea, det dumb ass bitch don shit hawsef,  man.”

     “Oh, so na I know da oda side ada tale.”

     “So wat didtcha na.”

     “Oh nuting, cept wat Iggy don tol Geoige…an detta be wat he don tol me. Cept Ig din sez nathan bout nobody shitting theysefs, tho.”

     “Wow! Ig has class, man, sed he wuzn’t gon sez nathan. Boot I din be lee im, it’s why I quit dancing. I din wants nabody ta na nathan boudet sheet, man.”

     “Well nobody found out nathan, sa matta fak, Moigy quit too. Nobody da noo nutin girl.”

     We were walking, talking, and drinking from my pouch. Peeps were talking about going up to Woodstock, and it seemed everybody was smoking weed, and those that weren’t, were getting contact highs. I really wasn’t into hooking up with Sonia, because I never felt that chemical conex with her. Besides when ever I heard her or Morgy’s name, that whole incident came to mind, and I lost whatever interest there may have been. As far as I was concerned she was just a cool pal.