Day CCCVIII

Here We Go Again

    “Yo yo Sonia!” Someone screamed.

     She looked back, and a group was waving to her, and beckoning for her to come back.

     “Oh sheet it’s me pals I came wit, man. Come on ova, and meet em.”

     I was by myself, so I followed her, and she introduced me to a bunch of people whose names I couldn’t remember if my life depended on it. There were too of many of them. We were all buzzed up, and our only concern was having a good time. Since there were more guys than girls, I wasn’t planning on hanging with them for too long. After a while I ran out of wine, Sonia drank most of it, and left me dry. It was really hot, old sol was kicking ass, and for a moment I felt like I was walking on a dessert somewhere. All of that walking, and talking made me truly thirsty. So I lifted my pouch, squeezed… and nothing but tiny drips slowly floated into my parched tongue. What a bummer I was thinking when,

      “Hey dude, hea have some a mine,” a pal of hers smiled as he offered me his wine bag.

      I didn’t think anything of it, hoisted it up into the air, and squeezed a cool stream into my mouth.

     “Thanks dude!” I said as I gave it back to him.

     “Yo man is dat da one widda acid?” Somebody asked.

     “Oh shit, here we go again,” methunk.

    Sonia looked at it, and after a moment…

     “Yea, guess it is!”

     “Oh sheeeet how much acid be init?” I asked.

     “Oh not much dude, jest a tab or two, nuff ta trip foda day, we all have to work tomorrow, ya na.”

     “Okey doke, dudette!”

     “Wats up dude, ya do do acid donya?” She smiled.