A Younger, More Hirsute Me

Came across these photos in family albums a while ago. They’ve been hanging on the fridge. Thinking it’s about time it became public knowledge that I used to be hairy and play guitar on street corners in San Luis Obispo. These are circa 1984. Mother of Pearl, that was 25 years ago! Now it’s all I can do to keep my hair short enough to not emphasize the bald spot that’s growing like a hole in the ozone layer.

2 Replies to “A Younger, More Hirsute Me”

  1. Now it’s all I can do to keep my hair short enough to not emphasize the bald spot that’s growing like a hole in the ozone layer.

    Heh, heh. For me, it’s the hairline creeping up my forehead further and further each year (see Facebook pic).

    They say a high forehead makes you look intelligent. By those stds., I must be an fsck-ing genius. :D

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