For a long while there, I looked kinda like him, in the first picture.
And then I got the look he had, in the third picture.
And then the second.
And then I got old, and got reading glasses and salt-and-pepper hair, and hopped off the Petrucci Look Train, because my biceps and my beard don't do that.
(And, well, neither do my fingers, to be perfectly honest. But that part hasn't really changed over time.)
