Pictures
Me as a
little dude.
Here's
little patrick on easter morning. I was so happy until my parents
explained that chrsitmas was the one where i got all the
presents. then i cried.
But
there's a happy ending! Because I did get stuff that easter. I
still remember my dad taking this picture, and saying "put
up a number one sign, little patrick, because you're our number
one son! Dan, do whatever you want." Sorry little brother.
Not many
people know my friend doug and I were in the original production
of cats. I played Mr. Whiskers, and Doug played Dirty Kitty, the
cat who couldn't stop holding his genitals.
Showtime!
Here we are about to go on stage. You can tell Doug wasn't in
character yet by his lack of holding his genitals. Focus, Douglas,
focus!
If you
mess with me, this is the last thing you will see in this life.
(Be sure to notice our beautiful fireplace and all the neat
things we put on its shelves. And by put on, i mean my dad drew
them onto the wall on the picture of the fireplace which he drew
as well.)
Senior
picture. Probably should've gone ahead and got the haircut, eh?
I'm not
sure who these guys are, but the one on the left looks huge.
Again,
not sure who these guys are, but the one doing to pointing is
definitely large and in charge.
Finally,
another picture of me, this time with my EX-girlfriend erin. Hey
erin, thanks for dumping me!
Here's
another one of erin. If you look closely, you'll notice that the
dude in the picture is not me. That's right. Even when we were
dating, she was looking for a dude to replace me. Hey, thanks
again for dumping me, erin!
Me,
Mike, and Terrible Terry.
Me,
Mike, and Coaly Coal.
I
volunteer at the children's hospital when I'm not in school. here
i am trying to cheer the kids up last christmas.
Chillin
with my brother and our cruise buddies Kev-boy and Joey TV. Man,
you know you've got it together when even your drink matches your
outfit.
The beginning of my brief baseball career. Batter up!
The end of my brief baseball career. Catcher down!
Hmmm. I'm drunk. Maybe I should put this piece of the wooden floor in my mouth. Yes, that sounds like a very good idea.
All it took was a little peer pressure, and I got my young cousin Jeremiah to take up a new hobby: smoking. Your welcome Phillip Morris.
I like to make the metal sign. Terry and Doug like to...hmmm.
Here's another picture of the three amigos. I wanted at least one where nothing weird was going on.
Finally,
here's one of me cuttin a rug on the dance floor. I'm not sure
who the young lady is.
