holy bat-crap!

logging into facebook for the first time in ages, i saw that my friend luke had tagged me in a photo. i opened the link to find this, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. holy crap. and jay looks so young! oddly enough though, there’s some odd correlations between this forgotten glimpse of my old dready self and this exact precise moment in my life. besides the jewelry, one: i’m painfully aware of and fighting off that horribly slouched posture, and two: the same nasty little six legged critters that pushed me to eventually cut of all those matted ropes of hair are once again currently harassing me – though in the context of close contact with young children who spread it like wildfire in elementary. i keep remembering different folks i knew back here and there who had to resort to drastic measures to finally break the bug cycle running rampent amidst their children – particularly the six nieces and nephews of a girl i once worked with who all had platinum dyed hair in their mother’s attempt to chemically drown in the bugs leaping from one child to the next faster than she could treat them, and little gina, raelynn’s daughter, who had her lovely long wispy dark curls soaked in mayonnaise for a week. as a third outbreak has been discovered here, i’m debating if i shouldnt intervene with some apocalyptic advice on irradicating the little fuckers. anyway, good thing i don’t have dreads just anymore, though seeing this pic makes me think nostalgically about it just a little, even though it seems rather pretentious for me an this point in life… ive become too normal these days to try to pretend im that relaxed anymore… but maybe, ya never know, what the hell, eh?… eh, probably not.

~ by velvetmonkeywrench on 11 February, 2008.