Its late dude. Very late. How did I come to see this evil bewitching hour you ask? I’m not sure myself. (If you have read more than one of these posts, you will see that there is quite abit that I don’t know.) Don’t you just hate that when your day turns into a blurr and then you say, what happened? Does life really go like that? When I’m 80 will i just look around and say, “damn. I was 26 just 10 minutes ago! ”

I’m in a rebellious mode. Yes. You heard me. Don’t make me repeat it mister!! Yah, but seriously, I’ve been messing with my hair, or more precisely I’ve been leaving it alone. I have decided to let the hair grow, and now I have a pretty descent afro thing going on. Not bad for a mulatto hey? yah, so I got it corn rowed yesterday. (Plaited, fixed up, did, what ever you want to call it.) This is quite an image change for me, as I guess the corn rows are still associated with the allen Iversons of the world, and not the conservative book geeks that I was probably pegged as. So, people are shocked. They call out from all angles, ” Hey Ward, what’s up with the hair man! Nice style” Some have said it takes years off of me. Which, on a college campus full of gorgeous round 20′s can only be a good thing. Right?

I’ve heard that letting your hair grow can be an enriching spiritual experience. What do you think? I’ll probably talk about that next time I come back here.

See you then.
Later.

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