Hairy Proof

Sigh. I'm still on my chest hair kick...

Here's a picture of me (Shut. Up. I know the glasses are awful, but they were trendy at the time. Why I didn't have my contacts in is beyond me... and check out my curly version of the Pat Benetar crop...) circa 1982 in my dorm room at the University of Florida. Notice Big Tom on the closet door behind me. Not as hairy-chest-centric as I remembered, but probably good enough for my 18-year-old self.

I think my parents and brother were up visiting for a football game when this was taken -- the fact that such a picture even exists and me wearing my sorority jersey are the tell-tale signs.

Good times, good times.

And good chest hair.

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