"It's a, somewhat, better, not horrible, above average, below great, normal day--yo--I could go for a soda and five digital.tacos." » Y G H M®: the stories, yo
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“It’s a, somewhat, better, not horrible, above average, below great, normal day–yo–I could go for a soda and five digital.tacos.”

“It’s a, somewhat, better, not horrible, above average, below great, normal day–yo–I could go for a soda and five digital.tacos.”

“That’s great, Bilta”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “so you feel like you have some answers, now, yo?”

“Yeah”, he continues speaking as he leans back in the recliner is the space.vehicle, “I think that the not knowing was the worst part–just, not being sure, really, was making me anxious.  I feel better now that the results from the lab have confirmed that the fossils were my family.  I feel like I have some peace, now.”

“That’s good”, I respond as I close my eyes and recline in my chair.

We should be arriving in Dorinto in 0.3937443 nanoseconds, the pilot speaks over the digital.intercom.

“Not sure why it’s taking so long today?”, I ask Bilta as I shrug, “turbulence or something, yo?”

“I just want to get back to take a hot shower and sleep in my bed, tonight”, he replies as he turns his head to me.

“Tomorrow is going to be a big day”, I continue as I turn my head forward to the digital.movie playing on the small screen in front of me, “we have to mow the lawn and trim the hedges on Planet WLMD.  You going to be up to getting out early?”

“I’ll be ready, boss”, Bilta replies as he turns his head to look out the window, “looks like we are passing andromeda2.2, right now. This is always my favorite part of the trip, yo.”

“Eh”, I respond as I shrug, “you seen one–you seen them all.”

“Whatever–it still makes me smile every time.”

I close my eyes; moments later, I’m asleep; moments after that I wake up to Bilta pushing my shoulder.

“Get up”, he exclaims, “you’ve been asleep for a while–we are here, in Dornito, now.  Grab your bags–we’re off-loading the space.vehicle, now.”

I rub my eyes; how long did I sleep?

“Ok?”, I reply as I lean forward in my seat.

I lift up the tray.table; I stretch out my legs; I stretch out my arms and take a deep breath.

“It’s nice to be home, yo”, I continue speaking to Bilta as I turn my head to him.

“That’s nice”, he replies as he rolls his eyes, “just grab your bags and let’s get out of here.”

I stand up; I grab my small.black.bookbag out of the overhead compartment; he slings his bookbag on to his shoulder.

I turn my head to him.

“Let’s go, yo!”

“After you, boss”, he replies as I take a step into the aisle.

Moments later, we are drving down the space highway on the outskirts of Dorinto.  I turn up the digital.radio.

“Love this song, yo”, I explain as I tap my fingers on the steering wheel.

“By your loud volume”, Bilta replies as he rolls his eyes, “I think that everyone knows that you love this song.”

“When you love something”, I continue speaking as I keep tapping my fingers, “you should just let people know.”

“I love you, boss”, Bilta replies as he turns his head to me.

“You know”, I quickly respond as I turn my head to look forward, “there’s, always, times when you should make exceptions.”



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