Day CCCV

Dudette

     But it is what it is, I guess, and after all of those years he finally had to live up to the consequences. It also kind of made Doris start smoking, it was her way of dealing with it.

     Sometimes we really need a kick in the ass, at least twice before we really get it. One Sunday afternoon, I was down in Central park wandering around. Man, I used to love going down there, hang by the fountain, and watch the world go around. As matter of fact it wasn’t long after that ordeal with Morgana, Margie or whatever her name was. There were a lot of cute girls, mostly coeds dizzily waltzing by, smiling, and being friendly. Mostly they were looking to get high. A lot of wannabe hippies hung around there too. It was a time when wine bags were in fashion, and a lot of guys, myself included, hung one around the shoulder. We wore hip hugger bell bottoms, leather sandals, wife beater Ts, or leather vests, and tote bags. I think that’s what they were called. They were pouches, like the ones Robin Hood, and his men wore in Sherwood Forest. We tied them to our belts, and they hung on our hip. We used them like some peeps use fanny packs today. Anyway there I was meandering across the great lawn, when,

     “Yo da dude!”

      It was Sonia of all people, laughing, and smoking herb. I smiled as I looked at her, and said:

      “Wat’s up dudette?”

      “Wow!”

      “Dat all ya gotta sez, babe?”

      "He hee heee," was her silly response.

      “Ya wanna a lil wine sweets?”

       She grabbed my wine bag, and I saw the wine drip all over her lovely face as she opened her luscious mouth, and squeezed the bag to let the vino stream into her open mouth. Then I gave her my handkerchief,

      “Here ya go babe, ya got some in ya eye.”