My hair

For those of you who know me in the flesh (this excludes Aaron Ivey and Jimmie Ingram), you know that I wear a particular hat every day. My hat is something that has become a part of me. Not only does it look cool with it's gray color (or colour if you are British) but it also is one of those awesome knit caps with the super small bill. It kinda has a reggae feel to it so you could say that I'm more cultured because of it. I digress...

The main purpose of my lovely hat is, however, to keep my hair out of my FREAKING FACE!! My hair gets on my nerves! It is so long! And I know what you're thinking. I should get a hair cut. I see a conversation going like this..

You: Dude, you could use a hair cut.

Me: Yeah, I know.

You: So why don't you go get one?

Me: I don't know... I just like to complain about it.
I think
You: That's pretty lame.

Me: Yeah, I know.


I think the thing I like about my long hair is that when I was in high school, I always wanted long hair. Instead I went with the Faux-Hawk... I know... shut it! Also, my grandparents hate it! It's weird though, my grandfather has tattoos and an earring so those can slide, but long hair is over stepping my boundaries. So my long hair makes me a rebel... Yeah, that sounds cool. Anyway, the picture above is for future reference because I have a feeling that a hair cut is on its way.