Man I love the 80s. It was such a great decade. So careless and goofy. It was before the internet, before, well, most things. We lived with awesome 80s movies and unbelievable 1980s fashion trends. I know my stories are about being a bad kid, but I think a lot of them are influenced by my horrible fashion ideas I had back in the day. I loved my tight rolled jeans and my Eastland shoes with the little curly shoelaces. I loved my Vuarnet France tee shirts and my soccer shorts with biker shorts underneath them. So, I figured if this blog is going to be cathartic at all, I need to subject myself to the same pain and misery as I did to my parents growing up. So, below you have Exhibit A. Yes, that’s me in 6th grade. I believe it was sixth grade graduation. If you look carefully, you’ll see the sleeves, rolled up. The White Pants. The mullet. The braces. Well, the braces weren’t fashion per se, but they still were a part of the package. That mullet will haunt me for a long time. I remember always telling the lady that cut my hair to make it “short on the top and leave it long in the back”…. Those words alone still echo in my nightmares. So, enjoy this picture, and thank yourself you don’t have kids like this today.