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Sunday, August 1, 2004

The day has finally arrived for my weekly morning shave. It usually takes about 15 to 20 minutes to do the deed. I'm old school though, I have to use a blade razor and shaving cream. Electric razors suck.

A funny thing happens every time I apply shaving cream to both my face and head, I turn into a crazy wildman. I enter into a world only known by men who shave their heads. We all do this to some extent. Making light of our bald state, a state most "haired" people just don't understand. Fortunately, for all those folks it's only a temporary condition.

When applying the shaving cream this morning I have a revelation of sorts. I think about hair and what a pain it is when you have it, all the time and money folks spent on it. It's all rather silly when you really think about it.

Click here to read more about my hair revelation.

Once the shaving process is complete, I usually snap back to my normal, sweet self.

But this morning something goes haywire. My head balloons to the size of a large, skin-colored watermellon.