
This incident left me deeply disturbed. I'm not sure exactly why. Was it because no one else seemed to notice or care? Was I shocked that someone could find such sick humor in another's misfortune? Was it perhaps because I was painfully aware, at that moment, of my own aging process (having turned 49 recently and having had a very difficult time with it) and how I would hope, if I were lying in the street, that someone would come to my rescue and not make fun of me? It was likely because of all of these things and the notion that having vacationed in P-town for over 10 years, I've found it to be a magical place. It's not a microcosm of society at large. Culturally, it's different - tolerant, expressive, non-discriminating. Provincetown is not just about being gay, it's about being yourself - whoever that may be. Maybe I'm living in the land of make-believe, but I simply didn't expect this type of behavior there.
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