Unfortunately, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and developed some bad habits. Seen here in a mood that could only be described as "Pensive", I was experimenting with a new form of angel dust.

I had started a psychedelic punk band called the 'Wet Diapers'. I'm seen here strumming the harrowing
"Cold Hearted Woman"

In First Grade, the garage bands, psychadelic drugs and loose women had already taken their toll. I developed a Bobby Brady fixation and went on a seven state crime spree that lasted nine months. At this point, I was clearly out of control.

By high school I had cleaned up my act considerably. Someone had got me into a work release program and I was doing public relations for Citibank just before they were indicted. I've come a long way since then, but sometimes, when I look back on it all, I regret screwing Miss Piggy. But it's ok. Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggonit, people put up with me.

By the fourth grade, I was already into the 'grunge' movement. Seen behind me are my bitches. At this point, I had left a trail of illigitimate children across the east coast.