For those of you that don't know me, and for those of you that do too, these pictures will definitely tramautize you. The travesty at left was taken April 1999, for the Grease showcase, but never displayed (I guess they didn't like the non-conformity of it; that's where the objectionable material label comes in.) Yeah, that was really my hair then; I had grown it so that I could clog it up with gel and goo and get greasy. I'm not really sure what the light goober is on my adam's apple, unless that was one of the many days I wore reflective tape on my neck. It looks like a tracheotomy to me.
Here I am with scanty clothing, goading my disciples into mass suicide. Take note of the sweat under the arms; It was a rigorous revival meeting that day. Actually, this was taken at a Halloween Masquerade in October 1999, hence the repulsing sweatiness.
Me and my all-too-cute mom and dad at some bizarre family function. It's only the three of us around these parts, so things can get either very hostile or very entertaining, but normally a delicate balance between the two.
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