I'd to think that at some oint in my life I was cool but, sadly this couldn't be further from the truth. While all my depressed goth friends are trying to look all cool, I decided to photobomb the living hell out of them. Considering that I was 18 in this pic and the term photobomb wouldn't even be a thing until about 10 years later, that's pretty impressive if I do say so myself. Note, even then when I was trying to be all metal, I was reppin' my Fightin' Irish. Notre Dame = Life. I've had a ton of "favorite hats" over the years but that one was my favorite favorite. Unfortunately, shortly after this picture was taken, one of the many shady people who were regulars at that establishment cracked me over the head with a brick so I bled all over it and ruined it. Me being the stubborn person I am, I was there the very next night starring down the guy who did it and all of his friends.Totes worth it! RIP awesome Notre Dame hat :-(

Ahhhhh memories.