Apr 08, 2011 00:24
In three weeks my Eddie Munster look has melded into William Kunstler in his declining years and now my hair has thinned so much there’s no weight to it so after a night of sleep I wake looking like Don King.
I have a feeling my last hair day is quickly approaching. This morning -though possibly by the time I get around to posting this it will have been yesterday morning - while in the shower I noticed that the water was rising above my feet because the drain was covered with my hair. I scooped up the ball of short gray hair. It was so soft and pliant. I started working it into different shapes. When my hair was long and thick a lot would come out when I washed it but I don’t remember it being much more than just strands of hair but I was younger then and less dependent on amusing myself. I made a bunch of different shapes then put the wad of hair on the edge of the tub and promptly forgot about it.
After finishing my shower, drying and dressing as I was about to leave the room I almost screamed at what I thought was a drowned mouse in the bathtub.
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