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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.
"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."
Thanks?
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