I Was a Teenage Werewolf...

Actually, I was a 20 something TV geek with a mullet the size of a satellite dish. What can I tell ya? It was the dawn of the 90's and I'd yet to receive the memo that hair-metal was dead. How was I supposed to know I should dress in flannel and stare at my shoes? If I remember correctly, those shoes were a pair of glistening white Nike high-tops, which begs the question: Did no one tell me I looked like a tool? Well, perhaps some did, but I wouldn't have listened anyway. I was having too much fun. And while my boss was probably wondering what happened to that clean cut car salesman she hired, I felt I was onto something - if not ON something... Clearly, I was under the influence ... the influence of television. When this video still was captured, I was pretty new to the biz, giddy over the gear and more than happy to shoot another used car lot spot. The last thing I wanted to be was one of those overly earnest news dorks down the hall.

Eventually I altered that view, but it took a bartender with a gun to convince me it was time to point my lens at something serious. In that process a haircut ensued and I join you today a father of two with thinning hair and a dwindling string of Polaroids depicting my once proud Kentucky Waterfall. Too bad youthful exuberance is no excuse for lookin' like a putz...So why do I post these photos? Is it to send to my site meter spinning? To give my coworkers something to chortle over? To drive my own poor kids deep into therapy? Naah, I do it for YOU, young news shooter. Yeah you - the guy with the knit skull cap and sequined peacock t-shirt. You may feel like the very essence of hip now (you probably are), but we're here to tell you: that look won't last. Before you know it, you'll be flipping through old snapshots and wondering what the fudge you were thinking when you shaved your sideburns into lightning bolts. I just hope when that time comes, you'll have the grapes to share your shame.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a pile of old wrestler pants I need to burn...