Seriously, don’t let my interest in military history worry you… when my obsession with my own face is obviously much more troubling from a psychological standpoint…
Just name the picture…
This one was originally intended as an advertisement for my custom t-shirt business… I did posts about that little endeavor… That is my friend Joey on the left. (Oh, he is the one who just had the baby, and I did those pictures a few weeks ago of me holding the baby, but changed the baby into a turkey and a mini me and something else to preserve her anonymity). I took the picture of Joey wearing one of the shirts I made… I didn’t tie dye it, I just did the little skulls which you can barely see in this picture.
After the t-shirt business went belly up, I had the photo, so I cut him out and for some weird reason I cut a picture of Adolf Hitler out of some magazine, then put his head on Joey’s body, and then put a drawing of my head… from back when I had long hair… onto Hitler’s body.
I then glued both of us onto a gold piece of paper. And added some more of the t-shirt paint to make my hair look 3-D.
No, I don’t know why I do this kind of stuff. I have crack squirrels in my head… and I once printed up a bunch of copies of a bunch of pictures and drawings of me so I could do weird things with all those little pictures of my head.
Welcome to the place where crack squirrels and multimedia intersect… the inside of my head.