While sitting at the laundromat by myself waiting for my clothes to dry a little boy (probably about 10 years old) walks in.
Boy: “Where are you from?”
Me: “Around here.”
Boy: “Where do you live?”
Me: “A few blocks from here.”
Boy: “You have any kids?”
Me: “No.”
Boy: “You married?”
Me: “Nope.”
Boy: “Do you know what a gang is?”
Me: “Yeah.”
Boy: “I’m in a gang. South-side Crypts.”
Me: “That’s nice.”
The boy leaves
Me: “Odd child.”
