I think if I expanded on the feather-light hair and the teeth too big for a carrot cake and the buttoned up striped shirt and the right parted bangs and the freckles from the summer sun soaked in at Kittery and Rye and the attempt to hide my big elephant ears, and the chocolate darkness of my eyes, I would ruin an otherwise innocent picture.
This was before Young Oggy learned what a commodotized broker/dealer world was.
This guy means business.
Occupy Elwyn Ave, protest your birth!!
ReplyDeleteHow did you get your clothes to stretch into 2011?
HAHAHA. Web, where in the hell did you dig those up?
ReplyDeleteThese were in my nostalgia file along with birthday cards from 1984 and a red sox painter's cap that says "Yaz"
ReplyDeleteI was going to comment until I saw the first comment, now I must give homage to the first anonymous one!
ReplyDeleteHaha!