As a former child, I really understand the youths. Also, I was cuter than hell.

Yes, my mom cut my hair at home. She was a math teacher, not a stylist.

It was an awkward time.

The light cotton sweater. The cute dog. The carefree mullet. I think I was also wearing a macrame anklet in this shot. Senior year in high-school, baby.

This was back when, from the looks of it, I was a member of the Bee Gees.

We’ve reached the end of this incredibly entertaining exercise in pictures of me. I know what you’re gonna say…and, you’re welcome.