I’m clicking through digital pictures taken back in ’03/’04 or so, preparing to burn them to discs and get them off my hard drive. There are lots of pics of ferrets, lots of funny gas-station shots Phil took at Daily’s, and lots of pics of The Kids working and boozin’ it up. I rocked the gold eye shadow back then pretty much every day.
Those were good times.
Those were good times.
Indeed. If we only knew of the mind-fuckery ahead.