Well, I’ve reached it. This is the end. I’ve run with it as long as I can, and now I’m 
here. This is the last good day for this haircut. As hair tends to do, its been growing the last few weeks and has now destroyed what was originally constructed on my head by the Korean lady at Supercuts. Yep, it’s pretty much through. From here onward it’s an inevitability that I’ll just have to get it cut again, and in the meantime I’ll be trying to just make it look passable. Good is out of the question.
Cause really, even if I wanted to redesign myself as some manner of shaggy long hair, there would be a pretty severe learning curve while I determined how the hell exactly to make that scheme function on this old head. I ain’t no Giuseppe Franco, I tell you what. Even in the first week or two after visiting with shears I still have days where I don’t know what the Christ is happening up there. It’s all over the place, and getting thinner, so my follicle problems are multifold most days. Continue reading
Knowingly Undersold 