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Holycrap. On my old laptop I just found a bunch of pictures that my mom scanned and sent me like three years ago.



Halloween, probably '78. Darth Heller in the fucking house.



Another Halloween get-up from '79 or '80. I think I was going for a Travolta-in-Grease look, but the Adidas shoes kinda threw off the authenticity. Oh, and that Omni ended up being my first car several years later. When Dry Heave used to go practice at the Mosh Palace, we'd somehow cram four guys, a couple of guitars and a bass, and a drum set into that hatchback. Amazing.



One year I had to be a fucking ZEBRA for the school play. At least I didn't have to be a clock like the chick on my right or a burnout like the kid in the middle, though.



I may have posted this one before, actually, but what the hell, yanno?



A famous family photo. Apparently I'd stolen my brother's boots and had so much fun I passed out. I was probably on a bender.



And finally, here's where my parents bought me: on a clearance table next to a lettuce crisper.

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I dunno if this is a hazing thing or what the fuck. All's I know is that this joker was running down the street near the strip on a flippin' Wednesday afternoon with a damn Alabama flag on his shoulder. He was SO PROUD that I was taking his picture, too.

You'll notice the big "A" is also on his right arm. And on his left arm is the word "jammer" (part of the 'Bama cheer "Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer"). I'm sure "rammer" must appear on the other arm, and it's a distinct possibility that he has "yellow hammer" emblazoned on the insides of his thighs. "Jammer" seems to be tattooed backwards or something. I guess it's probably so it shows up correctly if he holds his arms a certain way when he's jacking off in the mirror or something.

I can't believe I live here.