I found a terrible old photo...
...of my brother and I as kids. He's the one with the mullet and the Batman jammies. I'm the one who is painfully obvious. I don't know who that is between us. Still: D'aww! So ickle and ridiculous!
I find it kind of hilarious that you could look at this picture where I'm probably, what, seven years old, and look at me now and think, "Oh, sure, that makes complete sense. Short hair, guitar, bright colours, same colours. Giant dork. Got it!" And yet if this photo had been taken even a few years later, you would not be able to say that. Heh. (I discovered Anne Rice when I was nine and by ten I was trying to become a winsome sad goth with a mythology obsession, pagan leanings, and hair so long it could trail behind me on the floor. I got pretty close before my really angry teens hit and I edged sideways into punk.)
I find it kind of hilarious that you could look at this picture where I'm probably, what, seven years old, and look at me now and think, "Oh, sure, that makes complete sense. Short hair, guitar, bright colours, same colours. Giant dork. Got it!" And yet if this photo had been taken even a few years later, you would not be able to say that. Heh. (I discovered Anne Rice when I was nine and by ten I was trying to become a winsome sad goth with a mythology obsession, pagan leanings, and hair so long it could trail behind me on the floor. I got pretty close before my really angry teens hit and I edged sideways into punk.)