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The Dying Art of Being a Bum
There’s a type of laughter so delirious and so extreme it seems to be the audiological equivalent of a witch’s spell. It’s a man’s laughter — a lazy man’s laughter — a bold and hearty chuckle of such pentameter that it seems almost to be electro-mechanically generated and whiskey-fueled; a kind of neverending cackling sound of such a rhythm that those who hear it are only stunned, beside themselves, or caught in a kind of startled paralysis until the madman’s storm of chuckling finally subsides.And this time, such chuckling came with a bold, hoarse-voiced declaration from a leather-cheeked fellow who bellowed madly in the silence of the early morning gas station:
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