Played poker yesterday and looked up to see a couple of guys who I knew were gypsies. Stereotypes aside I am fascinated because we all have evolved. My folks do business with a guy and my mom said one day they chatted a little and Angelo said he wanted more for his kids and family. To read, write and go to school was important to him and he actively changed the course. Then there was gypsy Mike who was a beautiful sexy guy who love women. The story goes that he had a bunch of girlfriends and each of these lucky gals got gifts. He’d take something that belong to girlfriend number one and passed on to the next gal. One day gal one got her fur coat back. Few years back fishing out Long Beach my friends winnning jackpot fish went missing and yes the gypsies’ burlap bag was right next to mine. So what’s a few missing fish. Culturally in the past, the gift of the grift is in their makeup just like other cultures that honor their elders or arrange marriages. I get it and I ain’t mad, in fact the two guys ended up at the omaha table and we broke bread. A delicious club sandwich and fried rice. I enjoyed their company and they teased me for not being shy. It was a good time.
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