Two’s a couple. Three means I need four.
Pride and Shame
A friend mentioned that no images of me show up when I am googled, which left me feeling equal parts pride and shame. Is there no record of the me who enjoyed various lines of overextended credit? The me who told overzealous art lovers not to touch the Francis Bacon? The me who drove the 1981 Honda Prelude? The me who did step aerobics? The me who was an anthropology major for one lone semester? In the interest of filling this essential void, I offer a selection of outdated IDs.
