What the Hell Happened?

People wonder why I don't smile more often, and I'll admit, my "default" face is, more often than not, a scowl. People say I am much more pleasant when I am smiling, and so I am putting in a little more effort into things so I don't have to have to drink a pint glass of vodka before I get to a state where people start to believe that I am more personable.

Anyway, just to show you that I have always been a little moody, I offer you my first passport picture, taken 25 years ago, a little while before I came to the states. There are plenty of pictures of me as a baby out there, but I've always liked this one. I like my routines, and I have been pulling off that face for a quarter century.

I am not sure what I was thinking in that photograph. Perhaps "The rain forest is too fucking hot" or "I hope my head grows big enough to contain these ears". One great thing about that picture though, is all the hair I used to have. My middle name comes from my African grandfather, and I really did inherit his hair line.