I’m 47 years old. There are roughly a dozen-and-a-half photographs in existence of my life through my first thirty years. Don’t take this the wrong way - I’m not sitting around wishing I had more photos of myself, but I do sure wish that I had more photos of my
For the Record...
For the Record...
For the Record...
I’m 47 years old. There are roughly a dozen-and-a-half photographs in existence of my life through my first thirty years. Don’t take this the wrong way - I’m not sitting around wishing I had more photos of myself, but I do sure wish that I had more photos of my