SNIP

Yeah my hair got pretty long. didn't really fathom how long it got. it just got below my waist. I could comb my hair in front of my face and put on my glasses and voila, cousin IT. I was getting sick of struggling to put the mess in a pony tail. ssick of it getting into my mouth wenever the wind blew. Sick of waiting 4 hours for it to dry.

So I gathered my courage. went to the salon. winced and told the lady to give it away. there is a program that gives away hair to make wigs for people who have lost theirs to cancer.

Its gonna be freaky if I see someone walking down the street with a wig that looks like my old hair.
I sometimes think about how long it took to grew that hair and all the things I have been through while it was on my head. All those connections to those events gone in a snip. My mothers passing. my old crummy job at comprehensive inventory, me trying to make money fiddling on the street, installing credit card machines all over new england gone with a snip.

new hair new life. I got a cool job now, it's almost like getting paid to have fun. I wonder if it ever will go down to my waist again