My sister has the blackmail photo of me kicking around so she can threaten to put it on the net if I misbehave too badly... there I am with my first girlfriend, a nice normal kid who roped me into going to the Junior Prom, her in a nice dress and me looking like a total dork in a rented powder blue sports jacket.
Angie really was a nice normal kid (also, she put out). It was my six months of trying to pass for normal... white Levis, madras shirt with a froot loop on the back, and a Speidel Twist-o-Flex gold filled ID bracelet. But I refused to wear Bass Weejun penny loafers. A few months later, having been turned on to dope by my cousin, I got suspended for wearing boots I bought at Bloom's in Greenwich Village, even though I didn't wear them outside my corduroy slacks.