Entry #70

Laluna
M. Young


Yeah, I get fired tonight.”

I am standing completely still, I even begin to take shallow breaths afraid that any movement would impair my hearing. It’s hard enough understanding him face to face. I couldn’t risk loud lungs impeding my understanding. Is it wrong to admit that, I am surprised yet eternally grateful that he would have such a seemingly private conversation on the front porch.

“Nah, I do everyting wah dem tell me do, an dey still say I do it wrang. What dey tink I is? Supaman ar Jesus ar somptin? Lef dem wid dem job.”

Oooh, this is good. I usually hear about his maladies from our landlord, but tonight the moon has smiled upon me! I get to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth.

“Tink me on drugs an all”.

Hot damn, when the sky is like this, all the secrets come out, go on work your magic moon!

“Me nah understand dees people yuh kno, now lanlard goin quarrel wid me that she rent late. Meh na care, Me leaving dis place, soon, soon, too many damn nosey people in dis place.

What is he talking about- nosey? Some nerve. If he weren’t so anti social maybe he would understand neighborly banter!

“Like one now, she dumb like sheep, she peep down pon me and listening hard, hard a wha me say, bright moon a shine down light up har face, she too busy pick me mout to see.

Oh Shit!

Damn moon!