shema

Son_Of_None...this is your life!
I was born on Thursday, January 12, 1984 @ 1:36am. Which now that I think about it, totally explains why I'm such a night person. I don't have any baby pictures of myself to show here. Nor would I want to post them if I had any. I reserve those intimate photos for the future Mrs. None, only. So if you wanna gain access to those gems ladies, you had better step your game up! God...this is exactly why there hasn't been a Mrs. in your life, yet...


This is the earliest picture I could find of myself on my laptop. I think I was around 15 at the time this was taken. I was never a problem child. But my grandmother (she raised me btw) still saw fit to sentence me to a summer program for "at risk youth". You know the type. Where a group of white people snatch a bunch of kids out of the ghetto, drop em in the woods like the opening to a Predator movie and try and convince them that they'll ever be able to come back to the middle-of-nowhere forest that they sent them to. Yeah, that kind of thing. This was taken in the mountains just outside Salt Lake City, Utah. It was actually not a bad place. And I did manage to find my way back there a few years later. Guess I didn't become a statistic after all, eh?


This is another really old pic. I couldn't have been older than 16 or 17 at the time this was taken? Don't let the thuggish attire fool you.. I was and still am quite the nerd. In fact, the only reason I started wearing that jacket and hat was so the kids in my high school would stop bothering me. I decided that I would sit at the very front of every class wearing that for a whole day. Staring directly at the teacher of each class, for the entire period. I should point out that this was right after the Columbine shootings had taken place. Needless to say, problem solved . I still have that leather trench coat actually. Still fits, too...



This is the closest picture I have of the time when I was in the military. I was going through the whole don't smile in any photos because I'm in the service now and I have to look tough all the time, phase. The only picture I have of me actually in the military has apparently been lost to the Yahoo mail Twilight Zone. How unfortunate. I really liked that picture.


This is the first, and so far, the only tattoo I have. Got it while I was deployed to New Mexico around 05-06. It's Jesus walking away from the cross. It's Jesus walking away from his cross. No, I am not religious. I was at the tattoo shop with a bunch of guys, from my unit and hinted that I've always wanted to get one, myself. But when my turn came, I chickened out. And my CO threatened to put me on the worst duty station on the base if I didn't ball up and get it done. And thus, Mexican Jesus, was born. Since then, I've thought about having a speech bubble added to it that says "Fuck this shit!". Sound like a good idea?


This was taken outside of a museum I worked at, shortly after I got out of the Air Force, circa 2007. My youngest older sister took it. I repeatedly asked her not to. She took it anyway. I got mad. She didn't care.

Okay, the rest of these are various photos taken at various periods of my life. I'll try to put them into chronological order, as best as I can.


Some family event (one of my sisters graduations, maybe?) that I was forced to attend.


Me with my cousin and partner-in-crime. Or rather his crimes that I would be talked into participating in. Thus making me an accomplice, by default. I was always the Carlton to his Will Smith. We used to be real close. Then he went crazy, and we sort of drifted apart. Mental illness runs in my family. I always wonder if I'll be next in line to blow a gasket...


Me and my cousin Tylan when he was maybe 3 or 4


Picture with one of my many nieces. At the house after going to my oldest nieces high school graduation. That kid just does not like me, and I can't understand why. Story of my life with the women folk...


Coming from one of many job interviews I've gone to in my life. Guess the expression on my face can tell you everything you need to know about how that ended up.


With the lovely Amelinda at a comic convention a couple years back. Finally meeting a SG in person will go down as one of the high points of my life. See, Hemi_? You can't really make me jealous. I got to her first.


With the youngest niece (I think). I look terrible. That was another picture my sister took of me, without my expressed, written consent.


This one's with my nephew. He absolutely refused to stay in one spot long enough to take a decent picture. I couldn't really blame him.


Taken at the last forced social event, before Christmas. They say my niece is never as peaceful as she is when I'm holding her. I can't say that surprises me. I'm used to putting women to sleep after 5 minutes of conversation. *drum roll*


Last picture taken with the niece. Isn't she just the cutest thing?? My whole life, I've always been knee deep in kids. And I adore them. Even though I'm not quite sure I want any of my own. I guess I'm one of those people who loves children. As long as I can put them back where I found them.