My hair is now blue. Bluish in tint. Blue and black. Black and blue I suppose, but there was not a fight involved. As this transformation was happening my hair guru, yes, hair guru because hair dresser does not suit her, was telling me about her sister. Her sister is shy and introverted, but the one time I met her, I wouldn't have believed it. She had rainbow colored hair at the ends and some bleached blonde spikes that made for a punky little coiffe. "No way!" "Yes dude, and she does this weird thing when she talks to people, rubbing her hands on her thighs, I told her to stop doing that shit, because she looks like something is wrong with her!" I laughed as she imitated what I imagined to be damp palms rubbing against jean clad legs. The hair dryer bulbed around my head and foil tins kept flopping over my right eye. As with any trip to see Lisa Hairy (a name I gave her) our mouths run a mile a minute. "I think it's important to have a cho...
Sometimes I make sense. Sometimes I make you think. Sometimes I just need to write.