Ruin

99

Sunday: 2:01 A.M.
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Yuh know say when them say trouble nuh set like rain a true?

Because...if mi did ever know say a this a wait pon mi out ya, mi woulda stay inside and bear the nausea of seeing Luke and Ashley together.

I'm positive it would be much better than listening to this big back man going off on a ranting spree like the big wasteman he is.

"Uno gyal hype yuh fuck!" he sneers. Then rubs his nose. "Wah? Feel man wah fuck yuh?"

Then a wah coulda cause this tho God!?

My eyes narrow on the piece of shit who's standing a few feet away from me, slurring and tripping over himself and his words. He's now leaning against a blue Mazda Demio -- that's parked between a black Mark X and a white Honda Accord -- I'm guessing to help maintain his balance.

"Suck yuh mada!" He fidgets with the liquor bottle in his hand. "Mi nuh fuck gyal like uno! My gyal affi have class. Bright nuh fuck!"

He moves closer, and my heart skips a beat. Spotting a piece of lumber laying on the ground, near to where I'm standing under the mango tree, I stoop to pick it up.

Despite its weight, I tighten my grip around the broad piece of wood, keeping my eyes trained on him.

If him ever mek di mistake and touch mi, one fuck lick mi gi' him cross him jawbone. Watch.

"Gyal like uno a whore! Use uno stretch-out crotches and trap man, thru dem a big bomboclaat baboon! All uno have a colour. And likkle looks. Matter-of-fact, mi not even sure 'bout the looks part. Cyaa tell wah uno a hide under tha mask deh weh uno cake on pon uno face!"

Wow...how original.

I scoff. It's the first reaction he has gotten from me since night.

He's been going off for over ten minutes now, but I've just been listening. After all, he can chat all the shit he wants; as long as he doesn't touch me, I'm good.

Mi nuh know, but mi can never understand how Jamaican man built so?

If smaddy say them nuh waa yuh, them just nuh waa yuh! Why try to assault them?

"A same so yuh gwaan the last time man approach yuh decent a the wasteman pool thing. See say yuh no know nothing. Yuh nuh use to good things! Yuh know wah we call woman like uno?"

The first part of his comment finally registers, and I almost roll my eyes. Oh, a the same drancro from Lucas' pool party? Mi know say him face did look familiar...but the bleaching threw me off.

He looks at me, as if waiting for a response, but I simply fix him with a blank stare.

"Lowlifes!" Mr man finally says when he doesn't receive an answer from me. "That's what. Then mi coulda waan fuck the likes of you?"

OK then...

I shrug. "OK, so since you don't fuck lowlifes like me, leave then."