An open letter to my hair…
I must say that you are looking awesome today.
Typically I would refer to you as cheveux dangereux, but something is different. Through some confluence of follicular aberrations, you have fallen nicely into place.
You normally save such an occurance for the day I am going to get my hair cut.
But, I am not one to look a gift horse in the… mane?
We’ve been through a lot. Remember the brush cut incident of ’89? We learned a great lesson that day: when a buddy agrees that you both should shave your heads, and then tells you to go first, he is likely going to tell the barber, “Just a little off the sides” when it is his turn.
And you were completely right back in the day about shaving the lightning bolts and my basketball number into my head. Bad idea jeans. I saw a picture of it recently. I’ll spare you the pain.
Oh, remember the crazy lady on Spring Garden Rd. during university? I told you that when she has a “Most Creative Hair Dresser” award on her counter that it is time to run away. But, you said we needed a trim. You weren’t so cocky when she suddenly shaved our sideburns off above our ears. I still wake up at night with the chills. However, I know that it’s not your fault that she had a fetish for army guys.
Still, the most important thing is that we were both right about the Billy Idol spiked ‘do in junior high. That was fucking super! I wonder if I could pull that off now.
So, again, thanks for looking awesome today.
-ps Anything you can do to fight off the oncoming grey would be greatly appreciated.