oil painting: After my Grampa visited me in Arizona in 1971-ish, he returned to Chicagoland and painted this from memory.
LOTR extended versions, over 9 hours of footage, but still not enough Legolas.
Playboy pinball machine front: effing excellent art for my brother’s pad!
8mm films of me and my brother as kids.
some family photos, but not all.
14K gold bracelet that nicely covers my scar.
When I was 16 years old, I had a friend take a full-on nude Polaroid of me. It was in a wooden lockbox in Driftwood’s basement. I can tell that someone tried very hard to pry the box open, but failed. Hehheh. I had the key.
Here is the note I attached to the nude Polaroid many years ago:
“TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
I am a minor in this picture.
Yes, it is questionable, but I’ll want it when I’m fifty.”
It’s true. I am turning 48 this month and I do want it! LOL
I am glad that I preserved that moment in time when most women feel they were the most beautiful they could ever be and that it was all downhill from there (barring pregnancy, of course. Pregnant women are gorgeous.)
Seeing my naked 16-year old self, you might think I would be intimidated. Instead I saw that some of the body flaws I have now (specifically pendulous breasts), well, I had them even then. One year I was flat-chested and three months later, BAM, I was a 38B. I always planned to enlarge the nude Polaroid and hang it on my bedroom wall. I’m glad I got it back.