(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.)
(Glossary at end.)
I got me a prob. As I exit 23 Hasting, I see the borrowed bebopper’s jalop cruisin’ past me on a city-owned flatbed. Now I only got two big-hands ’til takeoff, and no wheels. I spot a duded-up cycle idlin’ next to a cat who’s pickin’ up some cocky kitten’s coat-totes. I jump on that bad boy, ignite the firestarter and leave the leather-man shakin’ in his black caiman crocodiles. Oh baby, this is one clean machine. I noodle the notion of motorin’ to Morocco, but ax that thought when I see a sleek, black gunboat tailin’ me. Feds or Mafia, I don’t know which, but I do know I’m headin’ for the aerodrome, toot sweet.
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THE GATIONARY of Sammy Speak.
aerodrome: n. airport. ax: v. cut. big-hands: n. hours. caiman crocodiles: n. boots.
coat-tote: n. luggage. gunboat: n. large car with tinted windows. noodle: n. thought.
toot sweet: adj. as quickly as possible.
(Photo by Sandra Crook. April 12, 2013.)