I relented and let my mother run a hot comb through my hair. She’s oddly obsessed with this practice despite her hair falling out at her near constant use of the bloody thing.

Once she was done, I looked in the mirror and…I’m apparently the black incarnation of Billy Idol circa early ‘80s. Now if only I had the money…and that cool thing he can do with his lip.

Incidentally, my earlier post regarding it’s length wasn’t far off. It’s actually a little over twice the length now. I cut it on 8 April 2007 and one year later, it has grown faster and longer than ever before.