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Thanks Goodness There Weren't Camera Phones

You ever think about the times in your life now and think about how lucky you are there haven't always been camera phones?  Today, kids (and some adults) take pictures of everything.  There are no secrets with Facebook and Twitter and all the other social networks.  People text, they sext, they send naked pictures to each other.  The Internet is filled with scorned boyfriends and girlfriends pictures in provocative poses.  Sometimes it's a little more innocent, but none the less embarrassing.  I think back to earlier times (and some not earlier and I'm glad there weren't cameras readily available.

I think about some moments at the beach sunbathing.  I thank goodness the cameras stayed in the bags.

I think about the number of fights that I've been in that would have been caught on tape.

I think about the times I might have run into an alley to puke during a bad night of drinking. 

I think about the time friends broke into a dorm room while I was having sex with some girl that I can barely remember (and from what I heard it's a good thing).

 I can think back to some of the late 80's wardrobe days.  Thankfully there are no pictures of me wearing the Sergio's with the leather pockets and the Capezios.

I can think back to all the times at the Eastchester Odyssey Diner, stewed out of my mind.

I can think about one of the few times I smoked pot and spittle was hanging from my mouth like a Bassett hound as I sit in the back of a friend's Jeep.

I can think back to the time I drank all day and then ate something bad and threw up out the window of a bus going about 75 and everyone behind me got covered. 

While there are pics of me dancing recently, I thought I had moves back in the day...glad there are no action shots of me "cutting some rug."

I think back to the time(s) I leaned in to kiss someone and they turned away.  One time, I got totally busted and abused the rest of the night.

I'm glad there were no phones when I wore spandex shorts to play basketball.

I think back to the time I went (un)skinny dipping in New Hampshire.

I think back to one particular fight where I walked away to a sea of onlookers wearing a Snuffleupagus shirt covered in blood.

I think back to all the times in high school I wore sweatpants that were a tad too tight.

I think back to my Mohawk with a tail.  Thank goodness my parents refused to take my picture.

I think back to when I did roofing....wait, why the hell weren't there cameras then? I was kinda diesel at 19!

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