My first Chiefs game. In the hotel, I tried to wake up while fighting off allergies. Note my stupid sign. I still have that hat. I sold the jersey. At least my jeans aren't tucked into my shoes anymore.
OK, now it's time to graduate.
And we party. From left to right - cousin, sister, me (hey look, my pants are tucked into my shoes!), Mustachiod Emperor Dad.
Yup.
OK, nerd convention. Mark II version.
And uh...all that shit fell off. Because I was a dumbass. But the Klingons didn't mind.
YEAH!
*SIGH*
And I just dived back into the photo box. Stay tuned!