I need to head out tonight and score a haircut. I’m like 3 weeks overdue. I should’ve gone early in the month, but the bad weather had everyone going nowhere for two weeks then I got sick as hell last week. So I think I’ll finally get out tonight and get it done.

The worst part is that with my stupid spikey haircut (that’s right about maximum useable length in that pinball machine shot) when it gets even a little over-length, there’s nothing I can do. I slap my Pirates baseball cap on and head out.

Funny how thing change in life though and now I consider that ‘long’ hair. (I suppose for my situation it technically is, but still)

Here’s yours truly chillin’ at a friend’s house around X-mas 1995*:

Stud

I guess I’ve always had a thing for not shaving too. I rock! \m/

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*I loved that Sound Forge shirt. I lost it one year when a bunch of us went to Cedar Point. I was dismayed to return home and find in not in my stuff. No one had it and Sandcastle Suites claimed they didn’t find it either. Sigh.