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June 28, 2006

fat man’s crease

I've surrendered to mother nature and shaved my head.

I'm mostly pleased. For the first time in years, I can look at the top and back of my head without being horrified by signs of aging typically (and most conveniently) unseen. I started examining my newly shorn head from the front.

"Hey!" I was pleased.

Around to the side: "Hey!'

The top: "Not bad!"

The other side: "Excellent!"

The back: "Fuck me."

I've got the fat man's crease, like Marcellus Wallace in Pulp Fiction. So, so attractive. I go back and forth on whether this is preferable to being balding. Katrina, bless her heart, tried to spin it.

trivia_08.jpg"It's not a fat guy crease," she said of the crease composed of fat. "It's a tough guy crease. You look like that Nazi Indiana Jones had a fistfight with on the plane in Raiders."


posted by john at 9:13 AM  â€¢  permalink