Full circle
So, I look in the mirror and realize that I have longish hair, a beard, and I’m wearing plaid shorts. I think to myself Self, is it 1994 again? About that time, The Second bumps his head on the bar, starts crying, and I realized that it’s actually not 1994.
May 31st, 2009 at 2:02 pm
At least you still have hair; in 1994 mine was just a memory.
May 31st, 2009 at 2:33 pm
Check: Is it your beautiful wife? Is it your beautiful house?
If not, you may ask yourself: “My God! What have I done?!?”
June 1st, 2009 at 10:17 am
1994? Sounds like 1969 to me…..