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Before "selfie" was a word, I was taking pictures of myself like this probably too much!
Now, though, I'm kind of glad I did.  One thing about people with cameras... almost everyone claims they "hate" having their picture taken, right?  Only until many years pass, and then they see those pictures and are glad that they were actually taken.  Kind of like aged wine.  Just don't think I'm comparing myself to that.
I don't remember anyone really taking pictures of me in those days, so I took it upon myself a lot to do it.  
Those times were a little rough. It was right in the midst of me being in all those accidents I suffered, and within that head is a brain that's struggling to make sense of things.  I know that now.  
I didn't have much luck with girls until I got into high school - and even then, I had trouble figuring out how to treat them properly.  I was awkward and paranoid; you can see a hint of the acne issues I had.  That made me want to be home a lot.  Most pictures you'll see of me are within my own dwelling.
Don't feel sorry for me though.  I don't have many memories of myself being much of a good guy.  I got told that a lot by certain people, too.  I think deservedly so.  Today, I'm a much better guy, I'll give myself that.  
Ah, those glasses though, eh?  Somewhere you might think there were a couple of cars with missing windshields.

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