A friend messaged me on Facebook yesterday asking if it was me in Tetu magazine, which took me by surprise as I wasn’t expecting it to be out yet. But sure enough we are there. The shots look really good and seem to disguise just how cold it was, although one of the boys in particular has plenty of room for shrinkage.
It was a tough morning for me. I was 8 years old than the closest to my age, two of the boys have pretty good six packs and one of them has the weapon of mass destruction in his aussiebums that the U.S. have been looking for in Afghanistan for years. How the hell do you pick which guy is safest to stand next to in a photo with that lineup? You don’t. You sit down, shut up and try not to look old.