Rear View Mirror: The Boy Who Lived

A project I've been meaning to do for many months now.  This week, I went looking for a picture of that 14-year-old who wanted to die so very, very badly. 

And found it, and some other half-forgotten pics too; enough to make a chronological record of what I looked like at every stage of life from beginning to now.

It's not great art, and it's not the story of my life - the pictures don't exist to tell all that obscure, tedious tale - just photographic evidence that life goes on long past the point that you think it can't. 

And despite all the ups and downs and twists and turns in the road, life does indeed get better than a frightened, shamed, beaten, humiliated, suicidal kid ever thought it would, or could, forty years ago.

There is a nude scene in here, but one that even your mama will smile at.  Though overall I do feel a bit naked, exposing myself to the world like this - but maybe my truckbuddies will see and relate, and understand.  So here you go:

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BTW, my butch ex-roommate says the gay starts to show in the pic where I run like a girl. You agree, fellas?

And does it ever stop? Grin.