I must say, I am a brave soul to post this picture. I am certain now that it will come back to haunt me. Oh well. If it DOES, then on that blessed day, I will know for certain that I have become a successful singer/entertainer. A successful Traditional Pop Vocalist. Click on this picture to get a better look at it. This is me in 1979. I am a freshly turned 18. I look like a dyke. Better yet, I don't look like a man or a woman. I look like this lost spirit morphing between way too many things. I am not a man, I am not a woman, my hair is permed, my hair is NOT permed, I am of age to drink, I am NOT of age to drink. Dig the polo shirt. That's my dog Buffy on my lap. She is the original Beespa the Boosp. (That's another story...)
Seriously, what was I thinking? I had alot of things working against me. First and foremost, the year, 1979. IF this is the case, this is me in my last weeks as a virgin. Somebody please, PLEASE release this poor prisoner from the shackles of purgatory. Awaken SOMETHING inside this person.
This picture makes me laugh, cry, sigh and laugh again. The sunglasses? Fergetaboutit!