My long-time friend Hitch dug these up (thanks a lot<\/em>, man… like I needed a reminder of my larval stage of existence, and how old I’m getting these days) and posted them to Facebook, but since I vehemently refuse to drink that particular flavor of Kool-Aid, he emailed them to me so that I could swoon lightheadedly and have a good laugh.<\/p>\n The first three pictures seem to be from a costume-like event… let’s call it Halloween, because my crusty memory refuses to call up the actual facts.\u00a0 In this first picture, you see a young, clean-shaven me on the left… apparently laughing forward through the years at the decrepit me looking at this picture now, as if to to say “holy crap, look at all that gray hair, you furry freak!<\/em>”\u00a0 To my right is MiltiMix, with his long-lost full head of hair.\u00a0 We’re both considerably thinner than we are now… in fact, EVERYONE<\/strong> is thinner in these pictures than they are now.<\/p>\n Ah, here we get a better picture of the outfit… my ever-present (at the time) round flip-up sunglasses and pea coat — I was a frequent Army Surplus customer in those years — no less than three mock weapons, and a pair of handcuffs.\u00a0 Jeebus, I’ve never been that skinny since.\u00a0 That’s Hitch in the red robes and hockey mask.\u00a0 He was one of the very few people who helped keep my very violent temper in check in those days… as tall as I was, he had me by almost half-a-head and 50+ pounds, and it took a big guy like that to keep me from being an idiot.\u00a0 Mostly.<\/p>\n Gah!\u00a0 Who let that ugly broad in here?!\u00a0 Wait… that’s no broad, that’s Michigan’s favorite son, James the I\/O Master<\/strong>.\u00a0 Not much of an improvement, mind you.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
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