Nakit Baby

"That boy be nakit," the weird one says.
And the other looks and they both still their gaze, for they have never seen such a proud naked baby.

"Sheeeeiiiiit we should all git nakit like dat."  the lengthy one exclaims, sipping whiskey from a mason jar.  "I know datid feel real good in da Ganeveeal heat."  He smiles.  His teeth went on a pleasure cruise years ago and forgot to purchase a return ticket.  They are lounging on a hammock down in the Bahamas.  They win.  He loses.  Depending on how you look at it.

"What y'all said.  You gittin nakit?!"  A woman wearing cut off jean shorts and a tube top with sequins making out the shape of what appears to be a decapitated dolphin steps out from behind some small palm trees.  She has just relieved herself.  She had a large breakfast; an Old English 32oz bottled beer in a paper bag and a hotdog made last night by a seventeen year old gas station clerk.  The highlight of her breakfast was that both the cheese and chili dispensers were full this morning.  She got the most for her money; a hand full of change leftover from yesterdays earnings.

"Ain't no one gittin nakit!" the tall one barks.  "Now zip up yo zip, fo I take my pleasures."  He opens his toothless mouth and lets out an entourage of various laughing noises in no particular order expecting his friends laughter to follow.  It doesn't.  They win.  He loses.  Depending on how you look at it.

The weird one turns.  "Well, you'd haveta git nakit to take your pleasures wouldntya?"

The tall one ignores him.  "Let's go skinny dippin.  I ain't done that since I was young and dumb."

"You ain't young no mo but you sure are... uh... uh... I forgot the two things you said." says the weird one.

The female member of this trio has been sitting on the curb counting a stack of pennies.  She stands putting the sixteen coins in her pocket.  "I ain't never scared of gettin naykitwet, let's go." She starts walking swiftly down the sidewalk her hips awkwardly shifting from side to side.

"Naykitwet?"

"She want's to go skinny dippin.  Let's go!" The tall one calls back over his shoulder while running after her, his whiskey spilling from it's glass.  "Okay!  Imma commin!" 

The weird one looks back at the baby in the window one last time before taking off after them.  "Good idea little man.  Good idea."

Photo by Matt Whitehead.  Words by Dustin Whitehead.