Note to self, Buy Toilet paper!
After my first few posts here on the HIVE network I'm starting to feel comfortable here. I Never used any social media for longer than 10 minutes before this, I don't blog and to be honest I don't even talk much in Daily life.
But with the lockdown measures in place this has become My new favorite bar, I can drink beer and wax lyrical while people around me pretend to be interested!
Originally I intended this post to be a bit of an introspective, Share a few laughs at the expense of my younger self.
A follow up to my introduction post if you like.
However when I started writing this a few days ago, I realized photos of me before the age of 18 don't seem to exist.
We never really had cameras and most of the pictures we ever accumulated were lost along the way. Either because of a Flash Flood, Dodging the landlord or getting the hell outta dodge before social services turned up.
Because of this, it got me to thinking, as I do when I'm particularly stoned and feeling introspective. Does it matter?
I felt left out while trying to find some photographic evidence of my childhood, not because of any particular nostalgia for the time period but because it somehow takes away the evidence. That little bit of proof that shows where you've been and what you've done.
But Fuck it maybe that's for the best,You can't be tried for any crimes if there is no evidence!
I guess the best thing out of this experience is that I found the Pictures of the best years.
I found Pictures from My wedding, photos of me holding my son just after he was born, pictures of my dogs and the odd cat who have been part of our family over the years. Places I went and Things I've done.
Pictures from some awesome parties and Raves I cant even remember going to.
As well as pictures of friends Who have sadly been lost along the way, and the good ones I still have today. (Damn that Rhymes,time to start poetry classes)
I consider the beginning of my 'Real' life the day I met my wife. I was young (18), arrogant and a bit rough around the edges. She brought out the absolute best in me.
It began what would be a combination of the best years of my life and some of the hardest. But I haven't regretted it once.
So what's the point of this post other than showing photographic evidence that I used to have hair?
What the hell is this guy rambling on about you ask?
Its a big thank you to the HIVE community for making me feel welcome, and sharing their stories and experiences.
Its an even Bigger THANK YOU to my Friends and Family for sticking by me, and 
Most Importantly its a Big thank you to my wife, for sticking by me, Thick and Thin. Now I just have to get her to join so she can show off her mad crafting skills. (I've told her I'm going to Onboard her and she thinks its something dirty🤣)
Even from My 'married years' onwards I haven't been one for pictures, There are hundreds of my wife and son and way less of me. To be honest I prefer it that way.
But every time I bother to shave and look in the mirror its the same dude looking back at me, and these days I am starting to think he's done alright.
So here is my note to self, its on the Blockchain now.
My opinion now at the ripe old age of 37. I've learned a lot over the years and someday hopefully I will look back on this post and have a younger self to make fun of.
Today, Well this is me. The Balding Redneck you can see in my other posts. Still making a nuisance of myself and no plans on changing too much.
So In advance and anticipation: To the older me, You're still a Dick!
Thanks for Reading and on that Note I leave you with my most interesting photo, These are some of my Great Great Great Great (Getting bored of this) Ancestors just after the United States Civil War.
(Obviously I didn't dig them up to ask for their permission to post this but I am sure they don't mind, but the childhood photo at the beginning of this post has full permission)