Portrait Of The Artist As A Degenerating Man
(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 15.678% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)
So I just got tagged on Facebook, as a reminder of what I used to look like in my PR photos for my poetry tour days:
This is what I look like now, as a quickie photo shot to remind conventiongoers what I looked like three weeks ago:
Let’s see: older? Yes? Fatter? Hell yes. Deprived of the hair I so desperately loved? Yes. Overcompensating with bright Hawaiaan shirt and a very stylish hat? Hell yes.
I much prefer the younger me. Even with that cocky, want-to-hit-him smirk and his terrible, terrible poetry. But alas, all I got is this me, so I do the best with what I can.
I greatly prefer the Ferrett of now. And I’m not just saying that. Not a fan of Bachelor #1.
I’m with Page on this one… Bachelor #2 all the way!!! Even though I will admit that I think I dated someone that looks very similar to Bachelor #1
Picture #1 seems to have a little bit of a Warren Zevon thing going on.
Yeah, I’m with Page and Heather on this one. Ferrett of now, please. π