high school is hard
Today is the birthday of awesome actor Peter Dinklage, whose amazing work in Game Of Thrones makes the nerd in me so incredibly happy, even if it appears his character is about to die. (No spoilers!)
For the record, he's a year younger than I am. So it's nice to have a slightly embarrassing high school picture to show for his birthday, knowing all the while he's always going to be more amazing than I am.
I never had a mullet in high school. If he & I had gone to the same school, I'd be either one or two years ahead of him (summer birth children were often put in the class after their birth-months). He looks like he was part of the decade he was in, the 1980s (latter half). I looked then, as I look now, like a slovenly boy who'll never grow up who wears whatever someone left around for him to wear. Like now, I would let my hair grow until it was too much to deal with & then get it cut off. I have only been to barbers a few times in my life - lately, I get the wife to cut my hair, & in the old days, it was usually a friend.
My shabbiness extends to my facial hair. Although I cut that myself.
In my high school, if you had a hint of stubble, some male authority figure - usually a vice-principal - would make you go to the nurse's office & shave, with just soap & a razor that had been there for years. Ha ha, that'll teach us personal grooming!
That's one thing Peter Dinklage & I probably had in common in high school - we shaved every morning!
Happy birthday to him!
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