Street Willy BluesA Story by AustinDF
I’m Mike. I used to be a junkie but that don’t matter. I’m clean now, honest to god. I’ve been clean for seven years thanks to Willy. It’s crazy cause we used to dope up together. He was something of a drifter so he’d go place to place doing god knows what, but he’d always come back and we’d dope up and trade stories. In the early days we'd cruise the boardwalk bumming money from tourists. Most of them were so psyched to be on vacation they’d just give it to us. A little charm and a little wit and we could get anything we wanted, and we wanted drugs. Willy was the master of this “bumming”, as he called it. He’d put on a crooked smile and talk and move and even blink in a certain cadence, certain rhythm; It was hypnotizing, a sight to behold to say the least, but it was an act. Willy wasn’t always so charming.
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