October 2018

The single most important thing to do, as a friend

This week the friend I’ve called “best” since middle school turns 29. Again. For the 20th time. And, no, our hair isn’t quite so big now-a-days as it was in the nineties… In high school, Gina drove a used, red Pulsar that smelled of cigars and cherry car freshener–the first being remnants of the previous owner’s

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