It's not paedophilia if I regularly miss work because I can't stop looking at this awesome picture of myself naked when I was in 2nd grade. I looked GOOD back then. It had been raining all day I remember. I walked home from school, totally soaked. Mrs. Jensen had given me an A- on my English report, and we had Navajo tacos for lunch. When I got home, mom and dad were both still at work, and i guess my older brothers were still at basketball practice. With nobody home, I decided what the hell...so I stripped down to my birthday suit and grabbed the Polaroid from the top of the fridge, right next to where dad used to keep his gun. I took a few pics, and stashed the photos under my bed. I didn't realize what a great idea that was at the time. But now? Ooof. I just cannot get enough. Stayed up all night, drooling over them pics last night. Couldn't make it into work today because both my wrists were too swollen to get any other kind of work done. Plus, when you've been to the top of the mountain all night, the comedown is brutal. I'm glad I have you guys to soften the blow. But holy crap, what a posterior I used to have back in those days.
