The Amazing Misadventures of Hope

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{by the bikeracks}

"You depressed?" he rolled a cigrette between his forfinger and thumb.

"No."

"You cut?" 

"No."

"Daddy problems?" I shook my head. He sighed and inhaled. "Why the fuck are you here then?" I shrugged. He leaned forward in the plastic chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke into my face. "I said, why. The fuck. Are. You. Here. Then."

"Didn't have anything better to do." He stared at me for a moment, then laughed. {It was a nice laugh, the deep ho-ho he-he kind.}

"Wanna smoke?" he offered up a half-empty pack.

"A name would be nice."

"It's Augie. Welcome to the club."