Tag Archive | memories
During the summer before I started college, I worked as a laborer for a lawn-cutting service. There were five guys on the crew — including me — and my boss was a guy named Crew Leader Carl. He had hair down to his shoulders and always had a cigarette sticking out the side of his […]
I used to collect pencils, thinking they’d be worth money one day. So now I have no money and bunch of pencils. Probably should have collected stamps.