No this is not a love poem
More male bonding of old friends
We shared homelessness
I moved in my Senior year
For the first time I had a Father
My stepdad supplied the first time
A bedroom of my own in a home
Larry's dad suffered a stroke
Unemployed they shared a room
I knew none of this the day I met my friend
Without permission he took his dad's car
Lost control and drove over our front yard