A Portrait Of The Blogger As A Young Man

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo

His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.

But if you look again, you'll see another nicens little boy named Bryan

And then he grew up, and went to PlayCentre, where they had parties and he had friends like Rosie

Sometimes he dressed up, preferably so he could shoot Injuns.

He went to school to learn useful things like how to brush his hair, adding up, the names of all the oceans, wear the thick jerseys his mother knitted, and have his photo taken.

While all this was going on, the rest of the family was growing up too, and got married and had nicens babies of their own.

And some even thought he looked like Will Robinson, but he didn't.
And then he grew up even more.