laughs…

he sat on a back-stoop…this white kid with a shaved head…cigarette behind an ear…lookin’…just lookin’…

a yard made of gravel…junkers parked along the side…rap music blasting outta SUV’s… rollin’ up and down Calhoun…goin’ nowhere…

every once in a while the kid would laugh…not at anyone…or…anything…he’d just laugh…

maybe he was laughin’ ’bout a joke he saw on his phone…perhaps he laughed ’cause ah the whiskey he took from mom made her curse…coulda’ just laughed to be laughin’…

down the alley…an old black guy sneaks behind a tore-up house ta’ take a piss…looks ’round ever’ once in a while…nobody comin’…he struggles back to the streets…duckin’ and dodgin’…lights a Philly…he laughs too…

an’ over in the yard next door…all these Mexican workers are drinkin’ Tecate…shots of Cuervo…pass to the next guy…music plays…laughs…laughs…laughs…their bones ache…they just keep-on laughin’…

i sit here…eyes flippin’ from kid to black guy to Mexicans to kid to black guy to Mexicans to kid to black guy to Mexicans….

till i laugh…till i laugh…

see ya tomorrow…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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