Day CCCX

Farm Out!

     “Hell dude, it was my foist time, man. I dint even na da wuz acid ina punch, man…dint even na wat acid wuz, can ya digit, man?”

     “Damn bwa ya wuz like fa out, man.”

     “No dudio det cat wuz Farm out, man…ya na, like ina da E I E I Oh dimension, man.”

      Again we all laughed, and the wine bag went around, but I passed. Somehow they sensed how I felt, seemed to understand, and no nobody said anything. At that moment on the other side of the park, there was a war protest going on, and it was starting to get violent, as kids started confronting New York’s finest, and calling them pigs. The acid was starting to work its effect on me again, but this time I hadn’t taken as much as I had the last time, and also, it wasn’t as strong. Still I was pissed for letting myself get caught into same situation again.

    “Hey y’all it bin fun, but I live up ina Bronx, and I gotta go, like ya said befo, woik tamara, uh.”

     “Yea bummer, uh man.”

     I heard everyone of them, they were all grunting, and cursing about having to go to work. So I said,

     “Hey at least we ain’t in Nam, uh.”

     “Yeash indeee D D D deeee E, dude!”

     “Damn right, man!”

     “Thank God!”

     “Be careful dude, some kids are hasing a wah protest ova ona oda side ada pahk, man. ” Some one said.

     “Yea man, dem crazy mofos cuds be pissing cops off, and if they do, they gon be kicking evybody’s ass, man. Watch out how ya walks outa hea, man.”

     “Ya na, I’m getting da hail outa hea too,” another guy added.

     “Yea man, wait up!” Someone else said.

     “Sonia, I’ll see ya when I see ya babe!”

     “I’m hea evy Sunday, man…rite hea. So when ya comes by look fo me dude,” she cooed as she planted her lovely lips on mine, and whispered:

    “See ya babe!”