Where's Conor?

You know what I hate most about the teenage years...it's getting you ready for the grown-up years. The splitting away. The separate life. It's not big stuff. Just wanting to go to the YMCA and hang out with the kids at the skatepark. Normal stuff. Reassuring in many ways. but it makes me begin to feel like I have two different families. I begin to get too many pictures like this...



wait no. like this



yes, the picture is crooked. The camera was balanced on the hood of the van. and yes, my hair is awful. I'm trying to grow it out. It will grow...someday