doo rag

So after months of neglect, I decided about a week ago that I was in need of a fresh new DOO. Now, as I have in the past I could have done the usual thing and gone to Great Clips to order the #5 with fries and be on my way.

But not this time.

This time I decided I would be unique and let my friend Megan, an art major, do me up with whatever creative designs she could imagine. And she CAN imagine. She makes Fantasia look cliche and bland.

Armed with only a Norelco and scissors Megan went to town on my head in a fashion even Edward Scissorhands would appreciate.

And did it ever turn out wonderful.
It took a little getting used to, the reactions of other people being the hardest thing to deal with. My mom and a few of my friends would not look me in the eye, I guess that was there silent disapproval, very subtle...

Unfortunately, but inevitably, I had to shave it off to appease my mom and my boss Chad at Pro-Ex. So with my brother I went, where else, to Great Clips. I ordered the #2, no pickles and left bald and disappointed. No big deal though, I think a Mohawk is in order in a few months when my scalp stops itching and I have a happy forest of hair perched back up top where it belongs. Word.