I went to shave my head for the week last night, and found there was a little less to shave.
The widow's peak forming.
The hairline is dropping back. Andy D, you know what I'm talking about.
And further back.
And the two sides made the turn, forming the island.
Leaving me with a solid horseshoe pattern.
Fortunately, Grandad taught us how to rock a bald head.
Noey likes the new look. It's supposed to be the mother's father that controls the baldness in the family. That means that either Matt or myself will be bald someday. I'm pretty sure it'll be Matt. Three more weeks until hair again for me.
15 years ago