Satiricus was in a ticklish situation. He wasn’t all that excited about the gathering at the Back Street Bar to remember the old departed leader – but the drinks were free. And even more importantly, the drinks were being sponsored by Georgie, who was visiting from New York and would have the latest scoop on their old buddy Cappo, who was illegal in NY.
“How long will you fellas keep turning over the ashes of Old man Bhagan?” he teased his buddies. “If he’d been buried, he’d be turning over in his grave!!”
“Well, we will remember the Old Man as long as your leader Nagga Man does,” replied Georgie without a pause. “Imagine the man quit the party but he still quoting the Old Man!”
“It’s not the man…but the ideas!” quipped Satiricus, as he polished off his beer.
“But Nagga Man swear de Ole Man bin a wan Mahatma,” pointed out Bungi. “An’ he a de chela!”
“OK fellas, tell me what’s really going on?” Georgie asked as he changed the subject.
“Just that Cappo cut the right card when he decided to stay over in NY on his tourist visa,” said Hari. “I hear the man already bought a car!”
“Yeah!” said Bungi sourly. “Imagine me and he wuk fifteen year and abee na bin able fuh buy wan bicycle!”
“Well, with Trump going after illegals, he’s pretty worried right now,” reported Georgie. “What y’all think? He should come back?”
“NO!!” everyone around the table shouted, including Satiricus. Everyone looked at him.
“You too, Sato?” asked Georgie. “But you used to tell Cappo everything will improve in sugar now that Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat in power.”
“Well,” said Satiricus slowly with a sheepish smile. “You know it’s like what the Old Man used to say about he and the British?”
“What?” asked everyone.
“Nagga and Rum Jhaat in office, but not in power!” said Satiricus as he signalled for another round of beers.
