Give up?
I found this in a box of memorabilia yesterday when Pixie and I were cleaning the basement.
The year was 1996 and I was seventeen.
This is the picture for my registration/identification card for my senior year in High school. I woke up late that day and rushed to the school to get my class schedule, locker assignment, and my picture taken.
Aren't I handsome? I look like an extra from the Lucas County Correctional Facility's production of "Hair". Ah, to be young and free again. Free of a worries, free of responsibility, free of a good barber.
Believe it or not, I had my head shaved up to the top so that if you were to somehow manage to get my mop to stand up straight I would have had an awesome mohawk.
I have very thick, unruly hair and it took a lot of work to get my hair that long and not become an afro. Have you ever seen a skinny white kid with an afro? Yeah, not pretty.
I sometimes pine to grow my hair long again. Then I think of how awkward and goofy I looked in the process of growing my hair long and that desire is squelched.
So these days I sport a very tight haircut. If it starts to get to fuzzy, Pixie tells me I look like a Q-tip.
What did you look like in high school? Are you willing to share your senior picture? Does a nerdy ghost of past haunt you as well?
