I took this picture at my grandma's house a couple months ago. That's my high school senior picture, and I'm thrilled not to be standing in front of a wagon wheel or lounging on a motorcycle. The picture below is my parents and sister. I don't know where I was, maybe in jail.

And I remember the clown from my childhood. Grandma always had a lot of clown paintings and figurines around her house. It's amazing we weren't too terrified to go over there.