My Page of Me.

Yep, that's me all right.
Me and Dad at the house I hated, wearing my least favorite color. Dad's not too thrilled with the world here, either. 1973.
	1968, I think, somewhere near Belmont Park. Dad wanted to try to sell this shot to a certain cola company (he was a great photographer - really knew his stuff!) I don't think he was quite successful in making me the next Elle McPherson...
High School, gotta be freshman year. The amount of KISS disturbs me too; the other 3 walls were filled with Bruce, really. (Okay, mostly Beatles. But a LOT of Bruce. That way I could look across the room at him when I hung out in there). I had that purple crocheted throw for 15 years after that, until one of the cats mistook it for a box of clay. Also, I have never taken hallucinagens, except some mushrooms years later. That IS my natural state. Still!
		June 1981. Wearing this because the gown's in rags at my feet. Along with my future... That's my grandmother (mother's side). Wasn't the cookie-baking type by a longshot, despite the purple cow beside her. That arc lamp broke 8 months ago as I type this. I think the rest got sold to 'That 70's Show' Everyone wore outfits like mine, by the way. Just 14 years earlier.
...met him in junior high school and my heart stood still, do-do-do-ron-ron, do-do-ron-ron...
Best and closest friend, the guy who said 'wait here a second' at a party in August of 78, ran into the house where the speakers were blasting out the windows, came back and said "shut up for a second and listen to this." It was Darkness on the Edge of Town. I stayed silent for the entire album and left that party in love with two men. Got further with Bruce, as it turns out. But at least I still have one 'friend for life' left. Ever find someone who you think maybe kinda actually understands what the fuck you're saying? Evan plays in NYC a lot, both solo and with his band Swivel Chair. In the 80's he should have been the face of rock and roll future, nowadays he's 'just' a fantastic songwriter and performer, and the funniest person I've ever known, heard, or seen. GO SEE SWIVEL CHAIR!

		James. We treaded water and mass confusion through the eighties together and drank an awful lot along the way. He's Jack AND Karen rolled into one and the one guy I never felt fat dancing (really well!!) with. Or anything else. He also taught me swear words in Spanish and how to make the best home fried potatoes on earth.
		I love my mom dearly and unfortunately have no other pictures scanned in of her. She used to be a semi-pro tennis player and now she isn't.
3 Pics from Mustang Harry's, NYC, at the Greasy Lake/assorted Bruce Fans pre-concert bacchanalia on August 12, 2002. Thanks to Broadway Mary and Adobe Photoshop.
		Me and two previously seen old friends of mine.
Top: Me, Glory Roads, and the king of the universe, CosmicKid. Bottom: Me, NGU, LisaBruceFan, JudyG, Nicnmic.
READ DOWN. So these X-crazed wackos are my grandparents, probably some time in the 1910s (dad was born in '27, so....) I believe they had money. I have no proof whatsoever except for this GIANT photograph, which in real life is the size of a goddamned painting! On the way to Boston in 1982, the painting got damaged. We lost the glass to the frame and my grandfather's right hand in the carnage that ensued.When Adobe makes a Hand-Creator plug-in for Photoshop, it'll be back... NOW MOVE OVER THERE ->		Never met my grandfather, who by all accounts was one of the nicest men on earth (and was a former boxer!) Terry Gilliam couldn't draw hands, either. That's how he started doing collages of other people's drawings.   Let's say they 'balanced' each other out in temperment...      I know, I look like her. Great.

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