Expecting Rain

oh thanks! I have actually posted another picture before.. Don't know on what page, though.

Victor, you look like an angel right out of Botticelli. Even a little like Botticelli himself. I hope my saying this doesn't embarrass you, it is a compliment.

Fellini: I like your photos (the ones with the beans) ... although the last one's quite mysterious. What happened to the beans?
Viktor: Cool photo! You look like a great guy to hang out with.

This is a photo of me standing on the summit of a mountain called Großer Rachel. A friend of mine took it yesterday. Obviously not one of the most skillful photos on here, then again it's kind of hard to take a decent photograph in a snowstorm, I guess

Spot the Dylan reference

Too easy It's walking distance from my apartment

Ui, a long number:

Hey XRaylroad, I like your shoes.

No I am kidding, nice picture, I love snow and men look so wild and untamed in nature.

Hey dude!! Wanna buy a joint?

Look at that skinny stud
This pic is from 1980, when I was 16. If you can take your eyes off of me, check out the Dylan poster, the Fender Mustang, the Teac reel-to-reel, the cassette deck, the 8-track stereo.. a microphone and a music stand. That was me in my bedroom. The only thing missing is the bong and the big pot plant, they were on the other side of the room.

Here's another one. I'm obviously stoned.

Check out the Bob pics on the wall behind me.

I wonder if Bobs security keeps a record of all these photographs, you know, just in case of stalkers.

What a babe! Did your mom water your pot plants like my mom did when my brother went away for a weekend. She thought they were regular houseplants.

Duuuuuuuuuuuude........

I went on a trip with a bunch of friends that summer and my parents took care of my plant. The trip ended early when I got busted for pot. When I got home the plant was gone. They had to make the point - if I wanted to live there, no pot in the house. Years later my dad admitted that they dried it and tried to smoke it, but it didn't get them high.

mothers...

My mother worked as a volunteer for drug addicts rehab. She worked with other women. The drug addicts smoked maria all they wanted to (of course they weren't allowed) in front of them and the women working there thought they were smoking tobacco. Eventually they found out it wasn't just tobacco

We had a fireplace in the playroom in the basement (my brother's room). The fireplace wasn't used. He set his pot plants in the fireplace and hung a growlight. He'd go to Cape Cod for the weekend with his lunatic friends and my mom would tend them if she thought they needed water.

3LM, you were a babe; I bet you still are! Is there a picture of the illusive Trev? Love, Joanna XOXOx

Hey 3LM, I've seen this photo numerous times and it's just dawning on me...your left handed!
You're also the same age as me. I see you took a right-handed guitar and flipped it. Did you spend most of your life struggling to get anything that was actually MADE for lefties? Do you like flipping right-handed instruments ala Hendrix or do you try to get actual left-hand models?
I remember when I was young loving sports, especially baseball and when I played the field(with right-handed glove) having to catch the ball and remove the glove to make the throw It wasn't 'til I was about 14 that my uncle got me an actual left-hand glove. As you can imagine it became a prized possession!

Pretty recent picture of me haha.

^^^^ and his voice is as great as his looks, ladies!

Thank you!