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”
Wow, that’s even before I knew you!
Now itâ€™s all I can do to keep my hair short enough to not emphasize the bald spot thatâ€™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