June 13 – I’ve always needed a haircut

Like many children, I suffered the indignity of my birth certificate also qualifying as a barber’s license. When the time came for school photos, it was “go as you are”, not 'look like you want'. So this is what happened. It explains why I got beat up a lot.




Once I moved out of the house, all caution got thrown to the wind. By that, I mean I just got lazy and pretty much did nothing. As long as I bathed, no one really gave too much about my personal appearance – because it was my appearance.




But, as time passed and senses of decorum changed, there is a point to ‘knowing your role’, and dressing somewhat appropriately. Still, though, you can leave elements of your individuality intact, so long as they don’t supersede the situation.


Which brings us to today, in the shadow of my scalping. At this point in my life, I’m comfortable with the concept that “it’s just hair.” Not something I’ve really ever been comfortable with; it’s hard to style thick hair atop a size-8 head. The easiest method is just to keep it shaved down – something I did for four years prior to 2006. People forget that I have done the near-bald thing, and it suited me quite well.

I just got lazy one day, and that’s how all this started. Two days to go.

I’ve combed this town from top to bottom
I try to get around but my legs are broken
Every time I miss it ’cos I ain’t got a ticket

48 hours needs 48 thrills

Snip, snip, snip