Lately, people have been noting there are no "forward facing" photos of me. I hate those kinds of pictures of myself.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNaZ77McQwK9KY4CHdLrFsimJygd07IU6-CRwTTLt1CXK_iw__vQ1DhEDB3d_-NDbviv3UqmXZXDI8GWrm6534xMSSdkW1miikTpYl1w66dnA8fXdvk0yoRkSYOWFZ3vgTBzrZs1ZskijU/s400/it_is_forward.jpg)
I used to take the worst school photos -- facial expressions, hair, carriage -- all the way through college. (A) is a bit like a school photo. It was taken for work, back before the economy fell apart the time before the latest economy falling apart. What was I thinking with that soul patch gone wild? I miss those glasses.
Sometimes it happens when I'm less then sober, like (C) when I was in Amsterdam or say at a holiday party. Sometimes I get caught off guard. Sometimes you don't see it coming.
Other times I'm just worn out (B). It's not always best to fight it. This is a difficult lesson to live or learn.
1 comments:
You look pretty good in Justin's shirt (B).
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