Christmas 1982. I'm a rock star. Check out the shine on the hair. The digital watch. Oh, and the Isaac Asimov novel in the lower right-hand corner. ROCK star.	Writing a book report on Walden, the night before it's due, on an Atari 800. My friend Dave is rockin' it old school with pen and paper. 1987.
Reading to my bosses' daughter Leigh on the beach in Grand Haven, Michigan. Actually, I'm slamming the book closed repeatedly, which makes her laugh a lot. Probably 1989.	Sitting with my sisters on a tree that fell on our neighbors' shed. Everyone thought it was really funny except for our neighbors. Probably around 1990.
Careering between existentialism, buddhism, and nihilism every night. The good life. The guy on the right later stole my girlfriend while having a nervous breakdown brought on by too much acid and Kerouac.	Oh no he didn't! Yes he did, and only one of his friends had the guts to say, in a high-pitched voice, "Hey baby, check out my neat ponytail." If "neat" means less than 2 inches, he was so right. I'm so sorry.
My hair (note the length in the back), dyed black. Halloween party. I'm Salvador Dali. Behind me you can see Salvador Dalai Lama. Off camera is El Salvador Dolly Parton. Seriously. The whole thing was a concept piece. You really had to see it in person.