What a messed up kid

Well, I took a trip back to my parents' house today to pick up a stack of mail that they collected for me (somehow it still keeps showing up there despite my filing a change of address form). While I was there, my father was going through some old photographs on the computer. One of them was a picture of me when I was in second or third grade.

I'm just glad I don't have a copy of the picture. My hair was spiked. I was wearing purple Jams (anybody else remember Jams? Shorts that went down past your knees? Nobody?). I had a ripped jean-jacket on over my orange/yellow hypercolor shirt as well. And as if the fashion nightmare wasn't yet complete, I topped it all off with a zebra-print slap-bracelet (surely people remember those things, right?)

Man, as much as I love the 1980's, some things about that decade should never be brought back. Ever.

Except for hypercolor shirts, because those were totally rad, gnarly, and tubular.