There’s no rush, hair, you know, really. You’re perfectly welcome to stay a bit longer. I mean, what’s your hurry? Where’ve you got to go?
We had some good times together, didn’t we? Sure you were a crew cut when I was little-little, but I was just a kid, what did I know. And my mom called the shots back then. But we had good times in high school, huh? Remember how long I let you grow junior, senior year? Remember our senior picture? Yessss! I fought for you, too man, with my parents…! They’d be like: “cut that hair, mister, or I’ll cut it for you!” But I held our ground.
Okay, after college, I cut you short again and you were a little mullet-y there for a while, a very short while. But I never went back to the crew cut and I’ve never shaved you down to the skin like a lot of guys do these days.
And then, remember… I let you grow again. You were down past my shoulders, dude! Ponytail, the whole bit. Who does that anymore? And I’ve been growing you out lately. That’s gotta mean something, no?
Yeah, I know--- you gotta go. It was fun while it lasted. I’m sorry we had this falling out. I guess I knew that some day we’d have to part. That’s what hair does.