100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->
Thing 77:
File this under confessions ... but the reason I keep my hair so short is because it tricks me (and maybe you) into thinking that I don't have a bald spot. So every two weeks, whether I like it or not, it's to the barber I go for "a half all the way around, nothing fancy". Mind you, since the spot is in the back, I really didn't realize it was so bad until I got the bank job upon moving to Chicago and saw the back of my noggin in the cameras that would record my time in the vault. Well that, and the heckling I got from my Indiana nephews -- but hey, they're family, so they are allowed to poke fun at my follicular failures. So if the world really does end in just 77 days, now you all know my secret -- it's not a sartorial choice to match my tattoos after all. But hey -- I'm OK with it, and that's all that matters.
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