July 29, 2004
A Kindler, Gentler Me
This is a nice picture. My brother sent it to me yesterday, courtesy of my Uncle Sid, who snapped it way back when. I'd never seen it before. Deductive reasoning divines it is Baby Velociman, held tenderly by his Mommy. How cool. I saw that same look of unabashed love often as I grew up, and yet I know this was the height of our communion. I disappointed my mother so many times after that that she grew a perpetual frown that encompassed her entire visage. By the time I was twenty she looked like Gene Simmons.
Ah, well, such is the luck one draws. Her draw sucked, other than the fact my two brothers are wonderful people, and she was proud as hell of them. (I will not speak to the distaff side. Boys stay away from that scene). She just had high hopes for me, for some reason. I was successful in one respect: I disappoint well.
I also notice I look like Winston Churchill here, pining for a martini. What the hell is that all about?