Growing Up
In one morning I've used Rogaine and listened to the Dead Kennedys. This, dear readers, is what growing up and adulthood is all about.
Also that's an admission for me: yes, my hair is thinning up top. I can no longer pretend it's just falling funny or maybe my pillow is wearing a spot in my head like a baby. It's definitely thinning. I wonder if the Rogaine kicks in what it will look like. Will there be little peach fuzzy hairs there for a while? I dunno.
All I can think of is that in the future, they can replicate food, eliminate money, peacefully explore the stars, create entire realities in a holodeck - but they can't cure baldness.
Clearly science has failed.
2 comments:
Sounds like it's time for the bandana.
There are definitely worse things than losing one's hair. Don't worry too much about it.
Just shave your hair completely, grow a three-day stubble, wear a ripped and dirty undershirt, and run around town waving a gun around and everyone will assume you're Bruce Willis. ;)
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