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Jawad Bhatti (another in a set of folks with really cool names)
Generally speaking, I try to protect the identities of the folks I draw (somewhat). But the majesty of Jawad’s full name (pronounced “Jay-wad Bah-tee”) just couldn’t be denied. Plus, who am I kidding here – as if he’ll ever find out I drew one of his yearbook pictures.
There was a former UNC player named Jawad Williams (pron. “Jah-wad”) – but Jawad’s version kills his. I can still hear the Hendersoid (our hi skool gym teacher) bellowing out his name. And yes, his last name does sound uncomfortably close to “bwotty” – but whutcha gonna do? Still, I wonder if he got ribbed for that from the Jamaican cats in skool…
With that thin mustache of his, he kinda looks like evil, alternate-universe Spock from that one episode of Star Trek. I can’t speak for his logic (or his evil) – but I’m sure he partook in the gym-class ridicule of my then-jiggly belly. I don’t hold it against him, though. I mean, I drew his goddamn portrait. Thinking back on that time, I can recall dudes fatter than I clowning on me. Qu’est-ce que c’est, nawimean? But fuck it – they’re probably still fat (or fatter), and I’m not. So fuck them…

Jawad Bhatti (another in a set of folks with really cool names)

Generally speaking, I try to protect the identities of the folks I draw (somewhat). But the majesty of Jawad’s full name (pronounced “Jay-wad Bah-tee”) just couldn’t be denied. Plus, who am I kidding here – as if he’ll ever find out I drew one of his yearbook pictures.

There was a former UNC player named Jawad Williams (pron. “Jah-wad”) – but Jawad’s version kills his. I can still hear the Hendersoid (our hi skool gym teacher) bellowing out his name. And yes, his last name does sound uncomfortably close to “bwotty” – but whutcha gonna do? Still, I wonder if he got ribbed for that from the Jamaican cats in skool…

With that thin mustache of his, he kinda looks like evil, alternate-universe Spock from that one episode of Star Trek. I can’t speak for his logic (or his evil) – but I’m sure he partook in the gym-class ridicule of my then-jiggly belly. I don’t hold it against him, though. I mean, I drew his goddamn portrait. Thinking back on that time, I can recall dudes fatter than I clowning on me. Qu’est-ce que c’est, nawimean? But fuck it – they’re probably still fat (or fatter), and I’m not. So fuck them…

Craig J.
Another classic b-boy/beater haircut for the era – shaved on the back and sides, long and gelled on top. Usually gently nestled in a Starter cap featuring primarily either the Bulls, the Raiders, UNLV or Georgetown. Other faves included San José, Miami (the U) and Syracuse. Duke, too, I guess…. but eff Duke, nawimean?
Shit, how could I forget Michigan and UNC? Though it seemed like UNC-mania didn’t rilly get into full-full swing until the early mid-90s. Michigan wuz huge, though. It wuz the Fab Five era, after all. Even timeouts mistakenly called couldn’t dull the fervor for the maize and blue.
This is still early in the 90s – hence the prevalence of mullets. But by the time I graduated, I’ll bet there’s nary a mullet in sight in that yearbook. My own hair vacillated between many common Asian haircuts, usually faded on the back and sides with some gelled shit up front. I’m only gonna draw myself, once, though – every yearbook picture but one I look like a total tool.

Craig J.

Another classic b-boy/beater haircut for the era – shaved on the back and sides, long and gelled on top. Usually gently nestled in a Starter cap featuring primarily either the Bulls, the Raiders, UNLV or Georgetown. Other faves included San José, Miami (the U) and Syracuse. Duke, too, I guess…. but eff Duke, nawimean?

Shit, how could I forget Michigan and UNC? Though it seemed like UNC-mania didn’t rilly get into full-full swing until the early mid-90s. Michigan wuz huge, though. It wuz the Fab Five era, after all. Even timeouts mistakenly called couldn’t dull the fervor for the maize and blue.

This is still early in the 90s – hence the prevalence of mullets. But by the time I graduated, I’ll bet there’s nary a mullet in sight in that yearbook. My own hair vacillated between many common Asian haircuts, usually faded on the back and sides with some gelled shit up front. I’m only gonna draw myself, once, though – every yearbook picture but one I look like a total tool.