If you’ve seen me recently you may noticed something different about my appearance, my hair has been released from the boundaries normally defined by fashion and dignity. Upon seeing this, some of you may have come to the conclusion that i have finally lost my mind, that i have given up completely on all hopes of satisfactory integration with civil society, but you’d be partly wrong.
You see, shortly I will be taking a photo, either a passport photo or a driver’s license photo, possibly even a corporate photo or two, and I don’t care to let these events happen anti-climactically. When the time comes for me to commit my visage to government-issued identification media, it will be a grizzly visage indeed. A scruffy coat of itchy splendor shall consume my face, matched only by the shaggy locks springing wildly from my scalps tender skin.