… which is to say, not very cool at all.
I have never been a cool kid, despite trying very, very hard. Between the ages of 15 and 16, I grew my hair out — I had some truly epic curtains! — and even wore baggy jeans, a Quiksilver top, and DCSHOECOUSA shoes. But alas — I was not cool.
I don’t know what it is about me that makes me so inherently uncool. Perhaps it’s the cheesy finger pointing, or the gurning that I do with my face, or the way I grab my crotch and say ‘uh huh!’ like Elvis…
Anyway, I’m sleep deprived and this is probably not making a whole lot of sense. I took this photo yesterday, but didn’t have Internet access until now — that still counts, right?