breaking up is hard to do.

So I have had this hairbrush for like 10 years. I love this brush. We have been through all kinds of hair phases together. The shaved look, the corporate look, the wooly mammoth look, the blonde look, and most recently the longish bushy look, my brush and I, we have grown up together. Diane doesn’t love my brush. In fact she has so much disdain for my brush that she threw it away. I am incredibly heartbroken over the loss of my hairbrush. But wait, it gets worse. Not only did she throw away my beloved hairbrush, but then she says I need to comb my hair, and that in fact by combing my hair is better for it. So she got me a comb. We’ll call this comb the scalp annihilator. The scalp annihilator not only rips my hair from my scalp, not only digs trenches in my head; it makes my hair look awful. I mean, I recognize that I’m not a pretty man, but damn when I use the scalp annihilator my hair looks like pipi freaking longstocking on crack. It's all stringy, and just nasty. Like I swam in a pool for a month and never rinsed my hair with clean water. Growing my hair was a pain in the ass as it is, I am very not pleased. The scalp annihilator is hitting the trash can today, and I’ll be on a mission to find a new hairbrush. Either that or I’m done with combing/brushing my hair all together. Hell, I’ve come to work like that before and it’s way better than what the scalp annihilator is doing to me. Maybe, I’ll go for the look that my buddy Roger is pulling off.

I gotta say like was much easier when I kept my hair short. Damn dirty hippy hair. BTW, Roger is the master of all things stan's, thank you for getting my tire which i blew off the rim, all set up.

respect

fm