indian bear

so, the whole hair thing. last october i got my hair cut. my cuzn did his usual, #1 fader all the way around. it was sharp. after he finished and cleaned up the back of my neck i trimmed the front, evened it all out, and looked even sharper. Pimp daddy some said. THAT was the last time clippers touched my head.

for six months my hair was its on entity, seperate from my body. or perhaps it just became thousands of tiny limbs on my head that i had yet to learn to control. either way, it was wild.

finally in january it needed a bit of taming. i went to the local Hair cuttery for a trim. a small trim, and at that place they put product in my hair for the first time in years! i think.

and so the hair continued to grow and evolve. i was discriminated and hated upon by those who failed to understand the mop that i was always standing under. they didnt know it’s potential, what powers were hidden beneath it. i did not let them get the best of me. i constantly changed it, sometimes it was up, sometimes it was down. every week was a surprise.

but alas, i was tired of it by the end of the fifth month. a change was needed. what would i do? hire a stylist? get another trim? let it just be? but i knew the decision i had to make.

and so, as we watched Omarosa blow kwame’s chance at being the Apprentice, my hair was given the axe…er, the scissors, and the clippers. and it fell, into the trash bag, at the hand of my cuzn, Andrew, AKA Narco.

so its all gone now.

and i saw kill bill today. slower paced, wont spoil it for you. but if i were you id stay all the way til the end of teh credits. cuz i dint and you can tell me if there was anything at the end to stay for