Don't you forget about me...

Oh holy crap, people...I'm not sure I needed to see this right after my 43rd birthday.   An old old friend of mine saw my article in the newspaper, & he just sent these twenty five year old pictures to me. 

That's me, age 18, at a hotel party in '84.  Holding some guy's snake.

Umm.  Yeah.  Can you dig the '80's hair?   I think I thought I was Nastassja Kinski or something like that (another person famously photograped with a snake, 'cept she was naked & I was not.  Plus, she got paid).

Oh boy.  I feel the need to do penance.  Maybe listen to some Duran Duran while I'm at it...

LATE EDIT:    ( So, this is how I ended up in bed with a 13 foot python. )