Tell y'all a true story about drag strip pictures.
When I was younger, I used to laugh when I'd see a guy with the 'skin yarmulke' fixing his hair. I'd think: "dude, don't you realize you're going 'creeper bald' - it ain't gonna' look good no matter what you do."
In May '95, my friend Jon and I went to the strip. He brought his camera.
A couple weeks later, he came over with pics. One of them was taken of me pushing the Valiant up the staging lanes. But where the back of my head should have been, was a big 8-ball: a black circle with a big goddamn white spot!
HOLY SHIT! The creeper baldness struck!
That picture upset me so bad that I felt like there were giant steel band that just cinched down around my chest, like Satan himself was screwing down some real big MF'ing hose clamps...
Not wanting to make a scene, I wandered off to the bathroom. I broke out in a sweat, and felt so damn weak that I wanted to sit down, so I sat on the toilet. Then I got really pissed off, because not only was I losing my fucking hair, but I was afraid I was going to have a heart attack at 28 years old, (my chest was so tight it REALLY hurt to breathe), and to top it off, I was going to buy the farm sitting on the shitter just like Elvis!
That's when I realized that the universe has a sense of humor, and I'd sure set myself up for that one!
Like I said, true story. Glad your pics came out better!
-bill
Ron
