I was doomed to a night with cold shorts (I wasn't wearing swim shorts).
I was doomed to a night with cold shorts (I wasn't wearing swim shorts).
I'm the one on the pole
EH
BY THE WAY.. really old pictures
Measure, Cut, Weld, Grind.... Repeat.
Hell Bounders C.C. So-Cal ~Simply The Worst~
this was when we decided to sit in the front row for evil dead: the musical in new york before going to dinner. the coat I had been wearing isn't in the picture because by that time people were taking turns trying to get the bloodstains out in the bathroom sink.
we tried to get most of it off of our faces and stuff but we ended up going from looking like we killed someone to having really bad sunburns.
"Nightmares again. I wake up covered in sweat, and what seems to be a thin sheen of maple syrup
80's Themed Dance picture from last year. My hair was much larger before we had to walk through the heavy downpour to get to the gymnasium.
I'm the miserable-looking one with the pink belt reigning in her fat. It really did seem like a good idea at the time.
Swing jumping contest. At this very moment I realized my pants were stuck on the swing. Also my brother landed on his head.
Self explanatory.
Getting drunk with punk bands... Not much was remembered from this night... I'm not in a hurry to do it again...
From left to right
Bram from Yidcore, me, Jud from The Disables and some random friends of theirs in front...
formerly known as NightmareJack
Now I feel kind of bad about this:
And riding in the back of my friend's pickup truck:
this is my Friend and I on her 18th birthday. I am the one on the right.
I don't brag, i mostly boast!
I thought it would be fun to stand out in Hollywood humidity for an hour or two while my hair managed to go back to it's original state of absolutely shitty before I meet and speak to the only girls I would honestly switch teams for.
Like, I'm not gonna run around and pull ribbons off trees and say "Cure all diseases!"
Before:
After:
I decided to rid myself of my beautiful hair, my originality, & my personality & conform with the "nonconformists" when I was 15. When becoming a pretentious asshole was in style.
It took me a year to grow my hair back. It took me half as long to get myself back. Six months of self loathing then ensued.
You bet it was hell.
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