File under, "That Explains It!"

Can I be blamed? Can I be held accountable for who I am, for the decisions I make, for the clothes I wear, when you look, now, here, with me, at how I was dressed as a child?!?

Note, dear reader, that the year of this photo is not 18 fucking 78. And note, dear reader, that it is not Halloween. This is how my parents dressed me circa 1978, when the rest of kids were wearing corduroys and listening to disco. I was dressed like Oscar Wilde and Lord Douglass's adopted son.

I think, if you're honest, you will look at this photo and give me some leeway.