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The Gypsies Laughed

9/19/2018

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"A Period of Juvenile Prosperity" by Mike Brodie

I sped to the gas station to get smokes, and half way home I ran out of gas. I pulled into the local diner where the drunks who I used to kick out of the dive bars would go to sober up before crawling home.

As I chained my bike up, a toothless junkie coughing up a lung while smoking a Pall Mall said, "Hey, don't worry. Your moped is safe here. No one will fuck with it."

Without thinking I said, "Oh yeah? Why not?"

She smiled, her road-daddy pinned to her side, nodding his grey nicotine-stained mustache in agreement. "You're one of us," she said. "You got a long walk home?"

"No," I answered truthfully for once. "I've spent the night on a sidewalk and under a bridge. I've crashed with bartenders and felons. I'm lucky enough that this time, I have a short walk home, to a room I can call my own, with a door that locks."

There was the briefest of pauses. "Damn, kid. You really are one of us."

I smiled. "I've been around," I said. "But there is no "one of us." We've all suffered. They're just minor details. I've got a short walk home tonight and that's the happiest ending I've had in weeks. I know how lucky I am."​

The gypsies laughed as I walked away, and I laughed with them.
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