My hairline and I have been at odds since sometime around age sixteen and I’ve been toying with the idea of exercising the “nuclear option” off and on for a few weeks now. With the assistance of a $7.99 trimmer from Target, a very large dollop of shaving cream, and two new blades for my Sensor, my freshly shorn scalp resembles nothing so much as, you guessed it, a cue ball. To say that I need to get some sun is seriously understating this issue. At the moment, I have a nice healthy tan running down the middle of my head from front to back. The sides can only be described as pasty. This combination forms something like a tan-line mohawk. It’s an interesting look to be sure, but something I hope will be corrected by taking a nice long drive tomorrow afternoon.

Regrettably, there is no photographic evidence at this point as I am between cameras at the moment. It’s certainly a different look than I have gotten accustomed to, but I actually rather like it. I suppose you, my friends and readers, will have an opportunity to voice your opinion in due time. Be gentle, as you know what a fragile self-image I have.