Shear Strength

Last November, I tried something I'd toyed with the idea of since time immemorial. Turns out I didn't need to wait for my theoretical Buddhist monk years to find the right occasion. And now that my curls are nearly back, it doesn't seem like such a big deal at all.

Nonetheless.

At any earlier juncture in this life (adolescence, for example), I'd have needed a lot more time to work up to the decision. And plenty of justification. Even now, I went through the mental motions of stacking up Five Decent Reasons For. And they didn't include not wanting people to touch me (as if, Britney).

I'll discuss three of the reasons here.

1. I thought it'd be fun to match my Board Brothers. The twin fellers I heft drywall with favor the Kojak look (though Chadley has recently made a shift toward Big Chris territory). Without the slightest hint of peer pressure, I aimed to fit in.

2. I was morbidly curious to discover if I had anywhere near the pinhead I always suspected I did. The thrill of the matter is, you never know if your skull's as sexy as Patrick Stewart's until you break down and do the actual deed.

3 (the clincher). I really wanted to see my scar for the first time.