I wish I had my one and only rock picture still. I tried and tried and tried to get my hair to look right but it usually just got weird waves in it as it got close to passing my shoulders. I had my mom's hair dresser straighten it and tease it for that one big gig I was in at the Bacchanal in San Diego (12/9/84), and the picture showed me holding a custom black flying-V (the one belonging to the drummer) in front of a Marshall full-stack. I'm wearing black leather pants with a black leather-ish shirt with a horizontal yellow zig-zag pattern (kind of an inverted Charlie Brown shirt) that opens down the front. Add a pair of s***-kicker black boots and there you go!
Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that this pic was lost when ONE box was apparently left on the moving truck when I moved to the Pacific Northwest. Naturally, it was one of the boxes filled with irreplaceable stuff like old pictures, old Martial Arts belts and trophies, old darting plaques and magazines and old skating trophies and medals... I can't believe someone probably thought "What is all this junk?" and just threw it away instead of trying to figure out how to get it back to me (heck, my name was on enough of the stuff!). Still unhappy about that...
