Friday, January 12, 2018

Called it

I was interacting with the guy manning the till and for some reason felt I needed to defend the still wearing of the bike helmet and hat.

"It's not to hide that I'm bald," I happily confessed, "I just can't be arsed taking it off.

"Besides, if I did then with all the sweat my hair would sprout out like on a mad professor."

I got home, took off the helmet and hat then happened to see myself in a mirror.

Every last strand was standing at sweaty attention; I looked like a character from Dr. Seuss or The Hunger Games.

Balding; the icing on the cake of being short and fat.

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