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| Left: Baby Girl Minter,
mouth already flapping
Middle: Chuckie,
Mom, me, and Dad. Right: My
crazy family. From right to left: Aunt Jerry, Mom, Dad, Gammy, Gabby. |
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| Kristin (right) with her dog
Ratso (left). |
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| Left: Kristin and her
studly brothers. Chuck, me, Derek
Middle:
My
youngest brother Mikie (have no pics with him and me)
Right: Me
with brother Derek |
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| Left: Me
and my first L.A. boyfriend (Danielle Steele's Family Album)
Right: Me
(left) and my
dog now, Rockford (right) |
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| Destined to be the wallpaper of
countless teenage boys—the modeling shots, sans the one of her bare
ass. (Believe me, you should thank me. Zitsville.) |
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| Emoting weepily in "Flashfire" |
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| Even I can't make too much fun of
Kristin's December 1999 "Fit" magazine spread (photographed by
Jeff Katz). Mere weeks
after I was so gleefully insulting her in email, I saw it and thought, "If I'd only known,
I wouldn't have been myself." Alas, it was too late.
The magazine fold was unfortunate, I
know. This was about my seventh try at scanning. Complain to
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| If you look closely at the
cover, you'll see the creases my date put into the magazine with her feet
when it fell to the floor of my car and she couldn't be bothered to pick
it up. |
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| Someone buy this girl a bacon
double cheeseburger. Stat. |
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| They hired an ass-double. |
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