
In a way, it gets easier to remember as it gets later in my timeline of life. The problem is, the last several years have been a blur. I have trouble remembering exactly what happened in what year.
That said, I'm going to push on and do my best to keep the years straight.
Forget about thirds or thirds and fourths of thirds. That system is out the window. I may do the rest in one post or one year per post or two or three. However it comes out is how it comes out.
1997 is next.
Oh, and here are some fashion moments from the years I've already mentioned that maybe I should have included:
1985: I go into a "jean jacket" phase and wear my denim Levi's jacket every single day. Its pockets inside (and out) appeal to me because I can store lots of things. It becomes the boy equivalent of a girl's purse for me, in that my most important possessions are kept in (or worn on) my jacket: my long handled comb, my rock and roll pins, my two or three dollars, my velcro Knight Rider wallet, assorted notes, pens, a swiss army knife, and of course, candy and snacks.
1991: For some still unknown reason, I decide to buy a pair of "Guess" Overalls. I convince myself that I can pull off wearing them, and actually do it one time, complete with the requisite "one strap undone." I am so severely ridiculed by my friends that I never have the urge to wear them again. Instead of returning them, I convince myself that overalls will come back and that I'll have the last laugh. It never happens, and I'm stuck with a $108 pair of foolish looking overalls.
1991: Same year. I buy a pair of "Z. Cavaricci's" that are tight at the top and look very MC Hammer. I wear them to an under 21 club called "Bahama Beach Club" in Nashua and realize that that may be the only place where I can get away with wearing what are basically, black clown pants.
1992: In another brilliant fashion move, I start pegging my jeans with short, Body Glove socks. I look like a goddamn fool, but none of my friends notice because they are wearing the same stupid thing. Luckily, I take lots of pictures of this year so that there is no way to forget my fashion sense.
Okay, I could go on for days about my style choices. Instead...
let's move on to 1997....