Shave Me Slowly

Well...

I'm sitting here with a shaved head. Had a little Cutty Sark whiskey on New Year's Eve and stumbled into the lavatory and took ahold of my drug store bought hair clippers. And man! If those things don't work like a charm!

They did the trick. Shaved my head down to the nub. I'm kind of liking the feel of my fuzzy head. Luckily my hair grows like a weed. So it won't be like this for long.

I just needed a change. As a youth I saw older people who still had thier Sixties haircuts. And they seemed sort of sad. Stuck in the Sixties with their same outdated and corny haircuts.

I was being told by a few people that I was looking the same. Like I was stuck with a non-modern hairstyle. It nagged at me for quite awhile. Made me feel pathetic. So I finally did something about it. The damn hair is shaved away. A fresh start. With the hair gone no one can accuse me of that again. Fuck 'em all.

A freshly shaved head to razor away the years of haircuts, split ends, washings, colorings, etcetera. Gone all gone now, baby blue.

I had a number of comments at work today. But it went over okay. I still look like a bit of a train wreck and need to slim down. But that damn hair is gone forever. Praise the Supreme Being.

That's the good thing about the past. It is past. And can never hurt you again unless you allow it too. And it's gone forever. As are all those that wronged you.

Still don't have the corrected masters for the film. But I contacted the distributor via e-mail and from what I gathered from them they seemed to be quite patient with regards to the delay. Praise be to the Supreme Being times two.

Over but not out...