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[QUOTE="DestroyYouAlot:899744"]PART THE SECOND: [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/Zeb_Carter/Album/Album_dump/album_dump_15.jpg[/IMG] LET IN LIFE, AND PREFERABLY A RAZOR [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/Zeb_Carter/Album/Album_dump/album_dump_16.jpg[/IMG] FINISH THE HAIRCUT YOU STARTED HAHDCOAH GUY. Even my mom told me that dirt-stache was teh gay, but I had to be different. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/Zeb_Carter/Album/Album_dump/album_dump_17.jpg[/IMG] MUCH BETTER (IF SOMEWHAT LESS CONVENIENT) Fast-forward a year or two during which time there are like zero pictures of me anywhere (except for random crowd shit from the Rat). Big hair. And check my sweet teamsters shirt (COMMIE, MAFIA, LOL, ETC.) These pictures are from my family reunion out in (for some reason) Illinois. I thought it was a good idea to go to a show the night before and then fly with my hair like this. Which amounted to a several hundred miles flight with my head at this angle: . / .O Below, my niece or cousin or something is justifiably entertained by my 'do. My family being what it was, I was the center of attention for maybe 45 minutes until my cousin showed up with a giant head of white girl dreads (fashion designer in LALA town at the time) and assumed the spotlight (thank fuck). [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/Zeb_Carter/Album/Album_dump/album_dump_19.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/Zeb_Carter/Album/Album_dump/album_dump_20.jpg[/IMG] SOMEHOW, THIS HAPPENED I managed to make a school career of refusing to ever do any homework ever and just getting 99s on tests - all together this equalled a barely-passing average and I finished. I was months behind on days actually at school my senior year, and would have been still there when the next class came in, but my principal got sick of seeing me and my three ne'er do-well sidekicks roaming the halls with nothing to do, and told us to all get out, that we could all show up and get diplomas as long as we promised NEVER TO COME BACK. A few years later when I came back as a photocopy repair guy, I called him on it but he declined to retroactively revoke my diploma. PUSSY. Check Crazy Bob with the cool, cool glasses. EAT IT, PUFFY. Below: Well, that's done. On to collect the graduation head I was promised in return for actually showing up. This girl convinced me to get my driver's license with the same tactic. I have to say, I like her management style. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/Zeb_Carter/Album/Album_dump/album_dump_21.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/Zeb_Carter/Album/Album_dump/album_dump_22.jpg[/IMG] WUH Hung over in the kitchen. IIRC, this was just after an epic trip into the White Mountains with a thousand beers and several shady characters. Just after this I quit my gas station job (duties included booth-sitting, reading comics, and blasting Anal Cunt) to move to Mission Hill (where I would go to work at the Store 24 across from Berklee - duties included stealing food, making creative tip-collection-cups, and blasting Anal Cunt). TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR OUR NEXT EPISODE: RIDICULOUS BOSTON NONSENSE[/QUOTE]
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