
I was telling my nephew's godmother, Lisa, that I used to have a hippy tendency, especially when I exited college and worked on my Masters degrees. She didn't believe me. As my nephew's godfather, I believe it is important that his godmother knows what I used to look like. I don't have many photographs of me at the time - hippies don't need Kodak, but I did find this one in one of my notebooks. It is quirky, but I looked older then than I do now.
I'm not sure, but I think I planned on auditioning for the Bee Gees. Either that, or I was trying to replace the lead singer of Blind Melon.
To be honest, I miss my hairy days. I enjoyed walking into a room and being able to play with people's conceptions of me because I had long hair. If I could tolerate it, I'd probably grow my main out again, instead of this summer Buddha shaving that is so easy to keep up.
Oh, my, god. That is one hell of a picture, Bryan.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to grow hair out for too long - I keep thinking "Ok, this is it! I'm not cutting my hair again until I have had it shoulder length!" I've been saying that for over a year now, and here I am, with very short hair. But I like it better this way. I can't tolerate much hair on my own head.