



My next job was a Calvin Kline underwear model for kids until that darn Brooke Shields showed up at 13 and showed the world that kids don't need to wear underwear. Then as a freckled faced boy with blonde eyes and blue hair, I was a spokesman for Clearasil. (see first hint of acne). I grew weary of the long hours and decided to become an artist with a flair for the absurd. This photo was taken of me by the famous photographer Vincent La Juan Perrie in 1970. I often think about my life and reflect on all the changes that have come along. Girls, dope, friends, motorcycles and hot and cold pressed art board, god, it's a wonder I can think at all. When asked about my past I simply smile and say, "I wonder if fish ever get tired of eating seafood?"