A valueless collection of hopes and past desires

I think it’s weird, how there are no videos of me. Nothing from my youth. Nothing at all. I was born in the freaking 80s, so there’s no good excuse. Isn’t it weird to have ZERO footage of yourself? Maybe I’m worrying about something that’s not really a thing.

Watching this Doors documentary again (I’m drinking and Netflix has no new stuff—ok!?!?) has made me jealous. A drugged out band from the 60s has more footage than I ever will. The 60s!