The Daily Dime: "Nostalgia"

Nostalgia
by Todd Newton
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As I watched the young kid pay for his cigarettes I saw the disdain in the clerk's eyes. The boy in the flannel jacket picked up his treasures and took his change then rejoined his fellows in the jacked-up truck in the parking lot. I watched the celebration commence as they continued to loiter. Turning back to the clerk, I presented my purchase.

The clerk's attention was still diverted to the parking lot. He was a young man; definitely not much older than myself. His abnormal beard and hairstyle suggested he might even be younger, a child of a generation hellbent on standing-out-and-never-fitting-in. The clerk turned to me with a mixture of anger and nostalgia in his voice.

"When I was their age I was out getting fucked up on a Saturday night, not hanging out in a 7-11 parking lot."

I smirked, sharing his sentiment. As I paid for my own items and turned to leave I commiserated, "Me too, man. Me too."

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