In the weeks leading up to this Respect.Reune.Reconnect.2014! tour which is wrapping up tomorrow, I decided to let my hair grow (as opposed to the every two week visit to the barber cycle in which I had found myself).
I'm sure part of of my strategy was to somehow prove that my baldness was *my choice* ... but in the end, I decided to shave it all off just before the trip. But that wasn't before checking to see how gray it would be if I let it grow out.
In the end, when I realized I'd have to buy a comb or a brush ... or some styling mousse to try to effectuate a fauxhawk look to appear younger ... I decided that beauty takes too much time, and that bald is its own kind of beauty. And I pulled the trigger on the *after* look below. (As I've been doing for this trip, I'm supplying a bonus photo instead of companion links to save time until I return to my normal routine.)
That which once was naturally curly and covered my shiny shiny noggin, you are (sometimes) missed.
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