enough is enough
I’ve been growing my hair out for a while now, largely by accident. In the past, two months has been about the longest I’ve gone between hair cuts. My current “experiment” was initially started out of spite, when two weeks in a row I was turned away from the Bishop’s near my house for coming in too close to closing time. Finally I said “screw it” and decided to go haircut free. After a while, I started to kind of dig having long hair. It was something new, and since I’ve been redefining myself lately, I decided to stick with it.
People seemed to like it, for the most part, but it could get a little unruly. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I looked in the mirror after a long day last week and saw what my hair looked like.
That’s right, I had Mentat hair. For those of you who aren’t in the know, Mentats are a class of human from Frank Herbert’s Dune who are renowned throughout the galaxy for having shitty hair.
So I broke the six month streak since my last haircut, and got my mane trimmed. It’s still long enough that I have a few curls, and I think I’m liking the look.
Then I came home and did a few sit-ups to prepare myself for the sheer gut-busting amount of comedy and hilarity I’m going to experience tomorrow night when I –
Well. You’ll hear about it later, one way or another. Trust me.
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