Thing-a-Day Jan 23 #24 - Shit...

I took a photo of myself today while waiting to get my ass X-ray'd. It didn't happen, by the way, they touched my butt a bunch of times and determined [rather painfully for me] that I'd fractured my coccyx, nothing more.

The photo was supposed to be for Kristi to see my new haircut /and/ to show her how absolutely thrilled I was to be shuffled around from waiting room to waiting room. Here's that photo:

Fuckin' thrilled...

I hadn't realized until now just how old I'm starting to look! Not last year, I was thinking about how it would be awesome to get some grey in my ghotee... now look at it. Grey. Fantastic.

As a comparison, here are some photos of me from 2012:

This was going to be the cover of my poetry book.

The greenish hue was the light reflecting off the grass just beyond that wall. Someone's gonna recognize that shirt, though, and I want to thank you for all the years of use and abuse that shirt gave.

Look how old I looked then, too! It must have been the beard or that look of "I'm always tired" in my eyes. Either way, damn. Also, why am I not writing this on Thursday when I should be reminiscing about shit?

Third photo. This is one of my proudest moments, and I did a video on the events that led to this very photo:

Yes. That is Henry Rollins.
Video mentioned is here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0H4Q-xnbkc0

Look at me there... so full of life. So full of spite. So fucking thankful that Henry didn't punch me in the fucking throat.

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So, my working theory is that all of the hate and spite I had for the world was giving my beard its color. As I'm growing older, I'm losing the abject rage I felt toward the world and the people in it, and that loss is, in itself, stressing me out to the point where it's dragging the color out of my beard!

I guess the beard should be regrown to its full potential now. That way, I'll at least look somewhat dignified.

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