Unfinished Business

It was a Saturday afternoon …, I had just finished preparing myself owing to the fact that in the next half hour I’d be taking part in a baby shower so I made sure I looked like a sight for sore eyes. I put on my cap with the new York Yankees insignia gracing the front as I bade my siblings goodbye .Bearing gifts on one hand I walked briskly, the venue was several blocks from home . Despite the fact that the memo I received at first light said White was the preferred dress code I had decided at my own peril to wear black . This baby shower to me ,was more like a burial where I was obliged to attend & pay my last respect’s since her vajay jay was no longer up for grabs, the day she conceived was the coup de grace on any prospects of ever getting a little squeeze from my ex one last time .it was a bit difficult to reconcile but eventually, I would.
Finally I arrived at the gate & due to the absence of a doorbell I took a sneak peek through the fence just to ensure there we no hounds marauding the vicinity .I then slowly let myself in, I was greeted by the sight of four beautiful women taking selfies at the balcony. We hastily exchanged pleasantries & the host ushered me into her humble abode & I must say, she looked ravishing. Yes even with the baby bump now at its peak . Her skin glowed like the Caribbean sunset . she asked me to make myself comfortable as she served me food ..,& so I did .I cosily curled up on one of the couches right after I said hello to everyone who had graced the occasion. No sooner had I settled down than my temporary Asperger syndrome kicked in at full throttle , this is where my cap & phone came in handy to remedy the awkwardness that was slowly creeping in. I strategically lowered my cap’s bill & proceeded to pretend I was texting someone A few minutes later I was handed a plate of food as she kindly murmured ‘bon appĂ©tit’ . she Left me to gobble down the contents of that plate & I did so with ease. Minutes later I was sandwiched between two girls. There was a funny smell as if they had been smoking something. They both greeted me & from there we began to converse …,at some point I was able to decipher that I was dealing with two fully fledged stoners on my right was Avril. She was tall ,slender & had legs for miles she wore a pair of black tights that I was labouring not to stare at but it was an exercise in futility. I crossed my legs in case ‘things’ started getting disorganized . i decided to shift my usual rapt attention to her eyes as she spoke of how she ended up as a pothead, I did not notice much a miss about avril until her saucer like eyes lighted upon me .Her eyes were Windows into a haunted & broken soul, they had gazed into the abyss & seen the abyss gaze back into them . Owing to her prodigious drug consumption her pupils periodically expanded beyond the circumference of the contact lenses resting upon them, she confessed that for the last five years she had never seen the world through unstoned eyes. I laughed out loud when I imagined how much she would keel Over in amazement if she See’s the world for what it really is. Jane the girl to my left decided to contribute to our discussion we, in tandem ,shifted our attention to her, I noticed she had a bun in the oven .she suggested they go outside to smoke another round I was briefly taken aback by what she had just said but for the Sake of political correctness I remained tight lipped , They stood up & left the room hurriedly . I could not help but feel sorry for the poor soul that had set up shop in Jane’s hostile uterus Like the smoke, his or her mental faculties we going up in smithereens at that very moment .
After what seemed to be a lifetime the girls returned… their movements this time ,could only be likened to a man wafting around atop a Small cloud. After bludgeoning their brains into submission with a second larger hit things took a turn for the worst. They sat down. Avril the once talkative one now preferred to glassily & noncommittally eyeball anything that crossed her field of vision her mouth was now hanging open in perpetual puzzlement. Jane on the other hand tried talking to me but her voice had diminished to a husky ,slurred murmur .she would utter a sluggish phrase ,pause for half a minute then embark on the next one… I was unwilling to hang around long enough to piece together her remarks by the time I left Avril was wobbling in & out of consciousness & Jane had not finished a single sentence if I stayed there for a moment longer I’d readily feign death just to make her stop . on my way home I thought about the anti cannabis campaign , the problem with this seemingly benign drug is that it acts as a golden gateway to far more toxic & heinous abuses. Whatever happened to the two women only god knows & may all the forces of heaven & hell see that unborn baby through to her birth – day … The only thing on my mind as I slid in between the sheets that night was how long do I have to wait to come inside a woman without fear ???

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