Hairy Days
Once upon a time, I had hair, here’s the proof: A visual documentation of my evolution from innocent cherub into the demonic being I now am. I thought it appropriate to share these on my birthday.
Kindergarten, first and second grades.
Third, fourth and fifth grades. I got glasses in third grade.
Sixth, ninth and tenth grades.
Ah, yes. Senior (with contacts). You can’t tell, but that’s a corduroy suit. Gotta love the 70′s. And I can’t tie a tie that well anymore.
An imp sits upon my shoulder.
