Business in the front

I realized that I frequently find myself on the small side of the camera lens - picking scenes to snap into history rather than being the one photographed. This is too bad, especially since it doesn't give all of you out there a true appreciation of just what I have undergone to make myself more like my brethren in Kentucky. So, just to prove that (a) I still exist and (b) I can just as easily fit into Pikesville's senior prom pictures as I can a Hollywood nightclub ... feast your eyes on my new and retroactively cool ... mullet:


Jealous? Don't be. Get your own mullet here.

Here's one more pic.


So fire up your '86 Mustang, pack a cooler of Stroh's and let your "yee-ha's" beat your grandpa's!

Wes