Me, late teens, rocking a Japanese wool baseball shirt and a thrift shop bag. Note the super long ponytail!
(Actually, I still have that shirt.)
This was taken at my high school. The boy is Marc, a childhood chum from way back. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. He moved away in junior high, but I used to see him a lot during the summers, when he would come to stay at his grandparents’ house which was just down the road from me. He moved in with with grandparents permanently in high school, and we finished school together — except for senior year, when I went far away to play foreign exchange student.
He and I are no longer in touch.