First job – michael jarmer

I miss my best friend from high school.His name was either Jeff, McBee, McTimmonsor McSeven, depending on a variety of variables, none of which were his choosing.My parents called him Curlybecause he got a perm once and the curls, years later, were still there. We listened to music all the timeand together we got drunkContinue reading “#428: Curly, Dunkin Donuts, and that Bosch Painting (another poem on April 21, 2022)”