I was quite the dandy, weren’t I.
Yeah, the hair.
I kept combin’ it back, and it kept floppin’ forward.
Hey, thin was in, in the belt category.
The shoes, dress wingtips.
Pants were a bit passé, ‘cause I think bell bottoms were just catching on…I think.
The Beetles were in their hay day, but I didn’t like ‘em.
Yeah, at 16, I was pretty slick….literally.
Soon after, the dry hair look was in.
So I tossed the bottle of green goo called H&A hair arranger (catchy, aey?) and got a tube of VO5, for just a touch of grease.
Really, about 5 minutes after that pic, I became an over fed long hed leaping gnome…..shoulder length hair floppin’ where it may….clothing limited, worn out sweat shirts or no shirt, cut offs……shoes or flip flops...maybe. Interest in the fairer of our species waned a bit, they kinda hung on me, slowed me down, as doing things I wanted to do took over.
Sometimes I thumb thru an ancient album and wonder…
‘WHAT THE PHUCK HAPPEDED???!!’
Then a progression of fond memories take over.
‘Yeah, that’s what happened……..’