Someone from long ago has gone digging through his photos and this is among what he found, thus scanned and sent on. I don't even recall him being in Albuquerque. Bad me.
But I really am wearing something on my bottom -- our cutoffs in New Mexico were extremely cut-off, so to speak. I think we invented coochie cutters in the desert before they showed up in rap vocabulary and wardrobe.
Kinda spooky, remembering. How I had to change everything when I moved to NYC. Most of all, I had to accept that I needed to wear clothes. And cosmetics. All kinds of things that we who lived in the land of sun and swamp coolers didn't need to bother our tanned bodies with.
That past thang? Time, history, arrow time, wheel time. These days it just keeps coming up present, yanno?