FtVF - Some Things Never Change.

By a very young age, I had the "What the efff?" look down pat. Observe:

"Clothes? We don't need no stinkin' clothes!" Or hairbrushes. Apparently I was too cool for a quick brush-through.

And years later, while visiting Jeremiah in CA, I was caught giving him this look:

Still like, "What.The.Eff.",  but hair is slightly more subdued. I was on a bridge way up high. Totally my defense. Slightly less smirk going on, too. Which is nice.

I only recently discovered while scrolling through some old pictures that I have the same face, about twenty-seven years apart.

I mean, I guess if it's not broken, why fix it?

Perhaps we can call this my signature look.