Bullet-head

It had to happen sometime.

I was beginning to leave a mess.  Pillows, bathroom counters, dinner plates; all had the tell-tale signs of a man with one-inch hairs falling out.  A couple people got to witness the parlor trick of me grabbing a pinch of hair from the back of my head and pulling out a clump effortlessly and painlessly.  So last night, Mary set up a chair in the kitchen, put on a Chrissy Hines mix on Pandora, and set the hair-clippers to stunning.  Afterwards, I called my friend Darius (who has sported this look successfully for a long time) for grooming tips (electric or razor?).  I took it all down to smooth skin.  Marlee didn't even notice when she walked into the room and even exchanged some words with me.  I think it works as a look for me as look as long as I can keep my wild, fly-away eyebrows for counterpoint. And I have to work on the sidewalls... where there was hair, there is now pale white skin.