I shaved my head.
It’s no big deal.
Neither is it a matter of national interest.
But apparently for some, it is.
Everyone had an opinion on Raft3r’s buzz cut.
My three year old niece was the most affected. “You’re no longer Joe, tito,” she lamented.
Even the stylist at the salon reluctantly agreed to my new haircut.
I asked that he use razor #4. He kept asking me if I was sure. I said yes. He rolled his eyes and proceeded to do the deed.
Guess this is how life in a fish bowl feels like. Suddenly being a starlet ain’t all that fun, after all.