circa 1975
Veneta, Oregon
I’ve been going through some old photos because it always makes me laugh.
1975
Cousin Dave & I…and ALL that hair we had.
1975
Veneta, Oregon
Cousin Dave, Me and Cousin Mike
(we look so tough hahahahaha!)
1976
Midway City, CA
The folks.
Wow!
It’s beginning.
Yeah last month they had to yank a tooth outta my head, a week later I had a horrible ear ache and the antibiotics the Dr. gave me acted more like a laxative on steroids than a suitable fix for what ailed me. Even though the meds cured the ear problem they completely flushed out my plumbing.
That’s a good thing and I shouldn’t complain. Right?.
So, it’s beginning. Isn’t it? The breakdown of the body I’ve come to know and love. I guess it was bound to happen. First the teeth, then the age spots begin to appear. What’s next?
Seems like I’ve had grey hair since I was a kid. (at least I still have hair though)
I’m just happy I wasn’t one of those “Beach People” who constantly covered themselves in butter and slowly, over time, roasted their skin into what now looks like an OLD leather catcher’s mitt.
I don’t know—something tells me being “G” rated and family friendly is bringing out the whiny beotch in me.
whatever.
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