This photo was taken at the very instant I made up my mind to stop shaving and cease cutting my hair in preparation for Woodstock, which was just one short year away. It was the last time that I was photographed when both of my lips could be clearly seen at the same time.
When I found out that Woodstock was essentially 200,000 people wandering around looking for a place to piss, and faced the reality that I was only seven years-old and unable to get a driver's license even in Mississippi, I decided to skip the event in favor of breaking open oysters with a rock. The oyster shell shards proved helpful in scraping off a year's worth of facial hair accumulation. My brother later hit me in the head with that rock, causing a psychedelic effect similar to the one experienced by thousands of participants (and Timothy O'Leary followers) at Woodstock. Essentially, I experienced Woodstock AND knew exactly where to piss (in the Emergency Room).
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