Charlie the Younger
A friend from college was kind enough to dig up this picture of me from around 1978. I was sooo ready for the Sex Pistols. It is this sullen, obnoxious, fuck-the-world artist that the older me is seeking to recapture just a tiny piece of these days. I was thinking creatively 24 hours a day and had no limits. Reality and experience has a way on knocking that confidence out of you over time, but I'm working hard to push through those scars and find the spirit of that kid in the photo again.