What the Hell Happened?
That photo was taken in the 4th grade. I swear to God my mother laughed all the way from the optical joint back to the car knowing that she'd just sentenced me to a tortured life of ridicule.
How I hated those glasses.
Corinne and John called me Clark Kent.
That, of course, is the shot from my high school yearbook senior year. I weighed 135 pounds. I had so much hair that it was just plain unmanageable. Chicks didn't dig me despite the fact that I was handsome.
Am I right ladies?
And I have just one question.
What in the hell happened?
Hair...gone.
135 pounds?
I'll never see it again, and if I start to go in that direction, please shoot me at 150 because it'll be a bad illness.
That's erosion, pure and simple.
And you know what the worst part of it is?
I still feel bad about the Clark Kent and four-eyes comments.
It's passed so quickly.
I oughta' be a real sight in 30 more.
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