Day CCXCVIII

Dumped

   “Discretion! I should be da vun vat has uses a liddle discretion, ha!” he  responded, and left the room.

      By the time Gus settled with the nurse, Gloria was long gone.

     Once outside, he looked at me,

     “Man, I should neva has told haw wa da clinic was, ya na.”

     “Too late na, dude.”

     “Ya gotta smoke?” He found his pack empty, crumpled it in disgust, and threw it on the sidewalk. He was speechless, and almost in tears, because he really loved Gloria.

     “Man it wuz jest sex, man…it dint mean nuting, yo…why cain’t women unastand dat shit, uh?”

     He really needed a smoke, so into the deli we went for a pack. Smoking is a real bitch of a habit, sometimes like a jealous, wicked witch. Some things will set off the craving stonger than others, when we get ourselves in trouble, get caught with our pants down, the urge becomes stronger than we can control.

     St. Augustine said that peace is a simple heart, one that wants little; a serene mind, one that is calm; and a loving soul. That may sound simple, perhaps to a saint, but for the rest of us…it’s something that’s very hard to do. In this age, we all want things we can’t afford, so we smoke. If we can’t have the things we think we need, err…want, we smoke all the more. If we can discipline ourselves to want less, our minds will be at ease. I suppose loving some one may make it easier to to be at ease, making us want less, since two can live as cheaply as one. So if we have those two, then the other one comes naturally…a serene mind, ergo peace, and the strength to do what our hearts want to do...i.e. stop bad habits.

Day CCXCI

Funny Guy?

      “Ditcha go see a quack, man?”

      “Dem mofoes be spensive, man. I don’t has no medicah, yo.”

      “How bouda moigency room?”

      “They asks too many freaking questions, dude, get in ya poisonal life an sheet. I’m just sick, let em gimme some meds be wa they needs tadoo, ya na.”

     “Looky hea dude, da be a clinic down da way a bit, they be like a community thang, and so they ain’t so spensive, man. If ya likes I kin takes ya da. They’ll look at ya, mebbe stick they fingah up ya ass, an sheet too, ya na.” I smiled.

     He gave be nasty look like he wanted to kick my ass, and said:

     “Looky hea man, I ain’t one adem freaking funny dudes, ya na. Ain’t nobody gon put nathan up my ass, ya dig? I look funny ta you an sheet, man?”

      I really wanted to laugh my ass off, but he was dead serious, and I didn’t want to lose a pal, and a customer, so I just smiled and said,

     “Look Gus, ain’t nathan bout being funny man, they jes…lookey hea, whens da last time ya don seen a quack, man?”

     “When I wuz a liddle kid I guess, an mama tookit me.”

     “Ya a grown man, dude. Ya needs take cah a yasef, man. You cuds has some nasty shit in ya, ya best go see somebody!”

     “I cain’t jest leave da stoh, man.” He said as he lit the fourth or fifth butt since I walked into the store.