guitargeek

I finally bit the bullet and started going through this big box of photos. They go back to the 1980s, and there are even some from the 70s. Pics of me with friends, bands, motorcycles, guitars, girls... you know, all the important stuff. (Did you know I first went to college as a Photocommunications major?)

It's sorta like therapy: Coming to terms with my past, realizing that yes, I have done some awesome stuff (I haven't always been an invalid shut in.)

See, I had this friend years ago. He and I worked together, played in bands together, drank a lot of beer together, etc. He wrecked my car, my third Rx-7, but I was still his friend after that. I was there at his wedding, when he had a kid I was like her cool uncle, etc etc. We lost touch after I moved to Santa Fe and he moved to Tennessee, and I thought about him from time to time, figuring I'd get in touch with him some day. Well, some day never came because he hanged himself a few years ago (it was actually one of the events that lead to my own suicide attempt). I figured I have a bunch of photos that his family might like to see, so I finally decided to go through the box.



I scanned a bunch of photos and thought, "this is great". After I organized a lot of them, I started looking at negatives, and saw some for which I had no prints, so I fired up the negative scanner attachment for the first time and started scanning negatives and thought, "WOW! THIS IS GREAT!"

See, back in the dark ages

I'm not only seeing images I haven't seen in 20 years, and seeing them in better quality than I ever did, I'm also seeing images that I've never seen before!

Here's my band from the late 90s, Mother Trucker:






Here I am in the mid 80s with my band Fallout (hahaha):





Here's my dog, Sugar Bear:





This is from a hiking trip to the top of Wheeler Peak in New Mexico (elevation 13,161 ft.)




Here's my dad:



Here's one of Action Man:



Here I am in my first apartment, circa 1987:




Here I am with my second Rx-7:



Here I am with my first Rx-7 on the night I graduated high school. Some buddies had just poured me into the passenger seat and my best friend was about to drive me home, wrecking my car in the process.



Just look at him, you know he's about to wreck that car...

Here's my first street bike:




...and the second:



(I think it actually spent more time like this...)

How about some pictures of me through the years?




















...and here's where I make my escape!