Hair today, mo’ tomorrow

Okay, this is getting bizarre… but I’m secretly liking it.

Two women, complete strangers, in two days straight have stopped and said that they like my hair. I don’t believe anyone has ever said that before. A lot of people think long hair on guys is weird, and other things besides.

I’ve always had long hair (well mostly), but ever since the streaks multitudinous daubs of grey started appearing, I’ve taken to wearing a variety of hats. I am pushing 50 you know, and my uncle once told me that hats give you that distinguished (or something to that effect) look. It also hides the grey, which for me is more practical.

Why long hair?

Well, I have this thing about conformity, and long hair has been my way of telling the world to fuck itself. It’s an expression of freedom… and yeah, it’s rock star-ish. And no, I don’t believe any of that Samson and Delilah bullshit.

A few weeks ago, a cousin applied some hair dye to it which as they say on commercial “washed that grey right outa my hair.” And since then I’ve been hat-free, my locks free to dance in the wind. It’s kinda liberating actually, to not have to wear a hat.

Here’s a photograph my lady friend whose on crutches because of an injury, took of me just yesterday. I don’t do selfies, so this will have to do. Thank goodness my hands are hiding my ugly mutt, but you can just make out the longish hair, I think.


I think I’m going to grow it longer. Off course the hair dye will be needed again in about 4 weeks or so. Maybe another picture then, in shadows off course.