Hey hey! More pics of pics! So I was voted weirdest in my graduating year of high school. I took that as a compliment at the time, and I still do. Beats being voted ‘Most likely to turn invisible’, innit? I can’t remember why the girl in the picture was voted weirdest, I think it was because she had exceedingly hairy legs or something.
Also, here’s a pic of me in my most favoritest jacket ever. It was an old Canadian Forces arctic coat, and I wore it to death. Jon Spencer the cat used to rip huge hunks of the hood fur out - he’d beat the shit out of it. I would retrieve all the hunks, and epoxy them back into place when the hood got too bare. Good ol Pence. The cargo pockets were so massive that later on I could fit four 750 ml cans in each one (Red Bull...the beer not the energy drink), and often did. Every winter coat I’ve owned since then has been a hollow imitation of Ol Greeny.
Hey, I just noticed that I dress the same way I did in high school. I’m gonna assume that’s either a really good thing, or a really bad thing. Heading further back, I have a picture from when I was nine, and I’m wearing converse, camo pants, and a sweet Hawaiian shirt. Nice job, nine year-old me!
I don’t have any negative memories of high school, really. I remember being in a band, and that was all that mattered. Rock on, bitches! LINT!
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