Rob S. Friedman
November 2024
Ponytail
On the way back east after my collegiate fail I stopped in Lake Forest to seek solace from my old high school girlfriend who had spent her freshman year as someone else.
She said, you’re braiding that ponytail now? It’s not a good look. Let me help you — which is what I was after, why I was there — and reached for her scissors. There, she said, holding it up. Feel better?
Rob S. Friedman 