And what have you done with him?
Thanks, Jacqueline for that stroll down memory lane.
I so enjoy the idea that my acne, my detestable owl-like eyewear and my penchant for posting notes on my forehead are now on display for Flickr freaks to enjoy 22 years hence.
What a goob I was. And my, how little has changed.
Ten days shy of 42 and I can feel liver spots bursting on the back of my hands as I look at these photos.
Which reminds me, I've been meaning to listen to "The Joshua Tree."