I can only partially explain this photo. It may have been getting close to Spring. My daughter, Krystal, and I were posing for a picture. It was taken at 231 Crain Avenue in Kent, Ohio. I was 26, 27, or 28, so I was probably in my first year of law school or just a year away from it.
So, no, I didn’t just stick my finger in a light socket. I generally wore my hair long, much to my dad’s dismay. To keep him happy, and because my mom started her life as a beautician, I’d have her give me permanents to make it look shorter. Looking at this, it doesn’t seem to work.
He wanted me to look manly, but looking at this and thinking back on the process, it was a fail for him and made me look silly, although I wish I had that hair today.
It’s not manly to sit under a baggy dryer with curlers in your hair, looking like Farina on The Little Rascals when the dryer comes off.
The fake nose I can’t explain.