Monday, October 8, 2018
Eric. by Linda Imbler
In High School
we were friends.
In college, one of
three roommates
for six months.
One of my favorite
New Years’s Eve celebrations
was spent with him until
the early morning hours.
Right before midnight,
we went to a brightly lit
liquor store and bought two pints of
vodka for fifty cents a bottle,
one peppermint, the second grape.
He dropped out and
went to hairdresser school
where he styled wigs
that then set atop styrofoam heads
and I would drive him to the school
with his ‘homework’,
windows of the car rolled up
against the Texas winds,
bouffants in place.
Later, he went to law school
and I wonder
if he only takes cases
that involve suing people
who give bad haircuts.
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