Back in December, I decided that one way to save money would be to cease all haircuts until the strike ended. Well, now it’s over, and I’ve decided to extend my moratorium until I receive my next paycheck, which could be who knows when. While the inner-pride I maintain in the face of such an ascetic lifestyle is a neat perk, the truth of the matter is that my hair is rapidly becoming more and more unwieldy with each passing day. It seems to be speeding through any “birds nest” sort of stage and heading directly for “voluminous tragedy,” although, to be fair, it’s really not that out of control just yet. Plus, the good news is that if my will-power remains strong, there’s an outside chance that the hair could grow out of its awkward phase and into a luscious mane of black wonder, but I tend to think “greasy Antonio Banderas disaster” might be a more realistic outcome. Nevertheless, I’m slowly learning how to deal with the expanding beast on my head, and after the jump, I’ve included some photos that detail this daily, self-imposed battle.
