Here, Rich Cohen presents some of the key images from his past, along with commentary.
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1. Me dressed like a tv detective in front of my house. This was actually my peak year -- only got uglier and less interesting from here, as my closest friends will agree. And yeah, that's food on my face.
2. Me pretending to be someone else somewhere else. Not only was this junkyard nowhere near my house, I got there in a Toyota Celica. The brand new tennis shoes give me away.
3. Greg Spitz playing some wicked air-guitar as I pontificate on my then favorite record, Hard Promises by Tom Petty. From the look on our faces I can tell we are listening to The Waiting. My mom called those shorts obscene.
4. Somehow, me and my big brother got out onto the field at Wrigley and here we are with Mr. Cub himself, Bill Bucker. An innocent moment for us and for Billy Buck too -- still years before he went off to Boston, where, in Game Six, he let that ball skip through his legs, costing the Red Sox their first championship in something like fifty years. Still, it 's a hell of a mustache.
5. My father and me on a trip to New Mexico. It took us five days to get there and we saw nothing but shopping malls and sand.
6. Me trying, even as a kid, to establish a cult of personality.