Last week, my best friend Dani—a gorgeous, leggy, Geena Davis-type—sent me a photo she had made on the website yearbookyourself.com of herself as a high school boy in the 1950s, looking not unlike her father. This picture truly scrambled my brains. I had vicious, horrible nightmares that night. The next morning, after spending a good hour in the shower trying to scrape away the memories with Comet and Murphy's Oil Soap, I thought, "You know, I'd really like to give others—friends, relations, and random people who read this blog—the opportunity to be afraid to ever close their eyes at night again." So I made my way over to yearbookyourself and made some photos of myself through the ages. I made lots and lots (more than any sensible person really should have), so enjoy, and sweet dreams!
If you want to give the nightmares back, send me a picture and I'll promise not to ever look at it. (Seriously, send me a picture.)
2 comments:
AAAAhhhh Ha ha ha ha, AAAAhhhh ha ha ha! oh boy... whew, uh ha ha ha...sigh, that shit was funny.
seeing this makes me want you to grow a mullet. Also can you delete the photograph of me that shows the inside of my nose. Thanks.
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