We now interrupt your regularly scheduled silliness to present some terrifying throwback pr0n of yesteryear.
1997 to be specific. I was 18 years old and living in St Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church. My rent was cheap, and while ostensibly an outstanding member of the Church, I did as much drinking and whoring about there as I’ve done anywhere. I also got seriously drunk one night and using a disposable camera took a series of drunken selfies. In 1997, you couldn’t get naughty shots developed unless you sent them off to special websites or lived in a big city where they did stuffs like that.
The photos remained in the camera undeveloped until very late July in 1999 about a week after my wife and my wedding. My shiny new Mother-In-Law excitedly got all of the disposable cameras from the wedding. She shuffled through the pictures one by one, tears in her eyes, thrilled about the marriage of her special only daughter with her shiny new son in law.
Then she came across these photos interspersed in among the wedding photos.
This was one of those early indications of how interesting her life was about to become.
I am a truly horrible person and you kids with your “digital photography” have NO IDEA how lucky you really are. : D
The things I see…
I noticed the sun coming up over Mt Sequoyah just barely illuminating the tallest puffs of steam from the stack.
I pulled over to the side of the road where I would block no traffic and simple waited. I could see the photo coming. All I had to do was be patient enough to wait for it.
As it would happen the moment arrived just as my friend Caleb was coming up the hill, driving the Brown Route.