Day CCCXXXVI

Not My Day to Die

     So as he glared at me, I looked out, and as he started to level his gun at me, I screeched the hell out of there. I got as far as the corner when the freaking light just had to turn red. I looked back to see if he was coming after me, and suddenly there was a huge crowd,

     “Git him, he shot Pepe!”

     Somebody screamed as he pointed at him. It was two or three O’clock in the afternoon, I really don’t remember now, but a lot of people had seen him, people who knew him. He ran up the block, and as he was about to turn the corner, he looked at me and smiled, as if to say you lucky mother foe. But the mob was just a few yards behind him, and he had to keep running. I took the freaking red light, and screeched a left in the opposite direction. I went down to Broadway, made another left, and at eighty six street, nervously thought,

     “Screw diz, I’m going da eff home!”

     I made another left into eighty sixth street to cross the park, but as I got to CPW, the light changed on me again. Then as I sat there at the corner of CPW nervously trying to lite one up as I waited for the light to change, guess who comes running down Central Park West…right in front of my car? Yup, him again, and again he smiled at me as the light changed. He must have been a sprinter because he was way ahead of the crowd. But I didn’t give a damn about any of of them, I floored that sucker and came home. I don’t know what happened, but I chain smoked all the way home, lighting one after the other, vainly trying to calm my nerves down.