I truly am a gypsy, it's not just my name

Gypsy to Angel: “I played my guitar 14 hours straight yesterday. We’ve been using the chicken coop to practice. I want to be ready for Texas. My fingers are bleeding. I just keep playing. It was freezing.

Angel: “I have everything set up here.”

Gypsy: “We’re going to hit Alabama and Indiana next week. Then we’ll head for Texas. We’ll hit Texas for a month or two…”

Angel: “I have 15 stories I’ve written about you now. I made an AI character I love, based on you.

Gypsy: “I slept in my freezing car again last night. I have other options but I’m not just dreaming my dream I’m living it. I truly am a gypsy, it's not just my name. This year is proving to be the culmination of 30 years of my playing my guts out like this. Earlier this year my Grandmother gave me my late Grandfather’s dobro guitar he had when I was tiny. He had promised it to me. Seems like this year all the floodgates are finally opening. I’m as big of a star as I want to be. But offers are just pouring in from every direction now.”

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Written December 30, 2025 at 4:42 pm