Me somewhere around 1980. I think. Pretty sure. My hair starts darkening up from that nice blonde to a dirty blonde starting in the 4th grade.
8th grade. I look so respectable and decent. Hah. Also, I was 4'11" 120lbs in that picture. By the time I graduate high school, I'll have added 14 inches to my height and 100 pounds to my weight. Between my brothers and I, we nearly bankrupted our parents through insane grocery bills.
1989. To this day, I'll never understand how my parents didn't kill me this year. I was the very definition of a problem child. I was convinced I was smarter than they were. I was smarter than my teachers. I was in lots of fights (note the nice pinkish scars on my forehead and the bridge of my nose...there are lots more from this year than you just cannot see). I was just flat out not a good person. To this day, I'm still not a particularly nice person, but yeesh, I was horrible then. Even worse, I had a mullet :(
April 1990. At this point I had returned to being bearable to live with. And my parents were my best friends. Go figure.
January 1991. This is just past the middle of plebe (freshman) year at the Academy.
This pic is one of two I still have of my ex-wife. Since she's topless in the other pic, I'm not going to post it. She's not my favorite person anymore, but still, posting it would be crass.
My poor unfortunate family (unfortunate to have been stuck with me 30 some odd years) in Jan 2006. From left to right then front: Me, my mom, my youngest brother Scott, my other brother Brian, and my dad (front)
