Shock, Surprise, and Nostalgic Terror

My good friend Erik is scanning old, old photos of eons past.

He had a moment of sadism by forwarding me one such photo of myself dated from our college days.

His wife's observation of said photo of me was quite amusing. Then I took a look and realized I didn't recognize myself.

Sweet bejebus, was I really that thin? Good lord, did I really own that t-shirt? Was I stoned when he took the photo? Is that really my hair or is that a clever photoshop?

Ah memories. Some are best kept in a blazing hot furnace until they are reduced to their component atoms and scattered across the known universe.