(picture day)

See the kid in sideways hat (borrowed from grandpa) and the army jacket (purchased from "army-navy store") and jams (cool at the time, I promise) and Wal-Mart fake-Vans with no socks?

That kid was cool.
In his mind.

I look at this picture and I realize two things about myself.

1. I really wanted to be cool. I remember. It was an obsession with me. (Still is, to some degree)
   
   
2. I was brave. I didn't know I was being brave back then, but I am so inspired to see that in 3rd grade (or whenever this was,) I was willing to be creative even it caused me great ridicule. I can't remember any ridicule, but that doesn't matter. I dressed like that 'cause I wanted to. I don't know if I'm that brave anymore...with my dreams or my songs or my family or anything.
   
   But I want to be.

Never in my life would I have dreamed that a little snapshot on a the playground would cause me to dig deep and think about my adult self.

Please also note that I am surrounded by hot girls.
Note the disdain with which I regard Steven Farris.

TW was an old-school playa'!

(Kinda' regretting that last line. Sorry. I got emotional.)