My mother thought I was going to grow up to be a good catholic boy. Thank God she was wrong.

21. Old enough to buy alcohol, but never able to drink more than one beer.

At 23 I started working at McD’s. I’m still wondering why I didn’t get fat eating Big Macs every day.

When I was 26 that smile came out more easily. Wonder why, life wasn’t interesting anyway.

Entering the 30’s. A whole different ball game.

31. The older I get, the darker and bleaker my life gets.

I’ve never been photogenic. This photo proves it.

Alright, what’s that look on my face? My mom is the only one who looks decent in this picture.

When I was 19, the only thing that matter in my life were hats and glasses.