Welcome to Carrollton, Texas. Where we eat donuts. By the artifical pond. And make complete asses of ourselves by flashing the Vulcan "Live Long and Prosper" sign. Note my blue Texas Rangers shirt. I liked baseball a lot more back then.
Go Chiefs - in Colorado. And tuck your jeans into your shoes, son. It looks rad. I bet I unwittingly pissed off a bunch of Broncos fans by wearing that shirt.
Let's go to school with our pants hitched way the hell up. Thanks, Mom. Our backyard in Carrollton. I cleaned that pool hundreds of times.
And what did we DO at McCoy Elementary? We won student of the week or some shit like that. Unfortunately, I won the award in the middle of our renaissance festival, or something. I look kind of like a cross between Han Solo, Indiana Jones and a puritan. WHAT THE **** IS THAT HAIRCUT?
Let's all go to middle school. And tuck our batman shirts into our underwear, while still hitching our pants way the hell up. Hey, look! Chief is still alive.
This is my room during high school. Isn't the decor lovely? Elvis Grbac photos are hanging to my left. Joe Montana is on the closet door.
