I do not like this picture at all. It was Grade 8. I should’ve been acting like the cock of the walk. Instead I was just acting like a, well, you know, not…

The good news is you won’t see those glasses anymore, or that haircut. Have you wondered at all about where that buzzcut came from? I was über-shy as a kid, and was one of those kids that cowers behind their dad’s leg when lined up at the cashier in a fast food joint. Having to talk to an adult of any kind no matter the situation was a terrifying prospect. That included barbers.

So there eventually came a time when my hair got too long to be manageable and my grandmother was unavailable to cut it, that I had to take a trip to the barber. I had no idea what type of haircut I wanted, let alone had any idea how to express it. So as a group, my dad, the stylist, and I, we chose amongst the haircuts that all the other customers were getting, and picked the one I liked the most. Thus, for three years, I kept paying for a haircut that I liked solely because of how it looked on a complete stranger.

I’ll have to talk about my experience with dentists some time.

So that’s it for the 80′s and that’s it for elementary school.