Billy and Mikey are sitting in Terrace Bagels. Lately, it’s become their favorite morning spot.

“Lemme guess Billy, you’re going to the Garden tonight?” Mikey wondered about his buddy on whether he was going to the Rangers game tonight against the Washington Capitals.

It was game 7.


Mikey looks surprised at Billy’s answer.

“What ya mean nope?”

Billy sips his extra large cup of coffee and takes a bite out of his plain bagel with cream cheese.

“Got a date tonight,” Billy informs him.

“Same chick as last week?” Mikey asked.

“Nah, going out with Noreen,” Billy implied.

Mikey looks surprised.


“Yep, she finally agreed to let me take her out,” Billy explained.

“Ain’t she married?” Mikey asked.

“Nah, she got divorced about a year ago,” Billy informs him.

Mikey finishes up his coffee and polishes off his Sesame bagel.

“She’s hot man, I saw her at the neighborhood reunion,” Mikey testified.

“Fuck yeah she’s hot,” Billy confirms rather enthusiastically.

“You always had a crush on her,” Mikey recalled.

Billy grabs his empty cup off the table and stands up.

“I gotta go Mikey. Yo, you know if they give coffee refills in this joint?”

“Nah man, what ya think this is?” Mikey answers. “Where ya going anyway?”

Billy wipes his mouth with a napkin, snatches up the mess he made and tosses everything in the garbage.

“Going to the gym to workout.” Billy says. “It’s been a while,” As he rubs his stomach. It’s grown a bit over the years.

Mikey smiles.

“Okay bro, good luck tonight with Noreen,” Mikey says as Billy heads for the door.

“Thanks Mikey and bet the Rangers tonight, they’re a lock,” Billy advised him.

Mikey watches Billy walk out the door and onto ninth avenue. Mikey hasn’t placed a bet in a few days. He’s even now with Roger.

Should I bet the Rangers tonight? Mikey thinks to himself as he quickly pulls out the Daily News and checks the line.

“Fuck, New York is -164,” he says out loud.

Louie is wiping down the table next to him.

“Don’t you bet the Rangers tonight,” Louie warns him.

Mikey doesn’t even look at him.  He contemplates what to do next.

“When you going back to work?” Louie asks.

Again, Mikey doesn’t say anything as he grabs the newspaper, stuffs it in his back pocket and heads for the door.

As Louie cleans up the table he thinks to himself; guy is gambling and he doesn’t even have a job.



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