...to my hair. yup, it's leaving me. but i'm beating it to the punch...shaving cream and mach 3 here i come.


dear, hair

aaaaaaaahhh!!! i remember the good old day we had together. the afros when i was small. corn rows before they were apart of the nba uniform. care free curls, and gheri curls. i had a $40 curl done at a salon when i was 8 years old. i was flipping in the sandbox the next day and landed on my head.....drippy curl + sand = shaved head and ass whoopin' to the new yorker (a black man's mullet) and who can forget the boxes, the stair step boxes, and the gumby's.....with the parts or jordan logos! to the fade, taper or bald. having arguments with friend about who's waves were tighter. and on to the duke kits, yes...the curls was bangin. a personal favorite of mine, and the ladies too :wink: but now i notice that swirl in the back of my head is turning into a sunroof. i can feel the breeze off a fart on the back of my head. and my hairline is fading away like the sun over the mountains. rogaine?.....no. implants?....hell no. voodoo?.....doesn't work. i have excepted my fate....BALDNESS. and the glare off my smooth, bald head will shine down on humanity.......and make life a little brighter for all young, and old. oh hair how i will miss you. you will be gone but not forgotten. you will always be in my heart...and on my back. i will join the ranks of the michael jordan's, the sinead o'connors, and the rupaul's of this world. but life will continue without you.....my old friend!!!


sincerely,
quincy...soon to be charles barkley" bevineau

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i wrote this a long time ago, and just recently found it.  hope you enjoyed it!!!