Write Before Thinking



The wife wants me to grow my hair out. But I’m only doing so because I want to, and because I’ve always wanted a mullet (she doesn’t know I’m also seriously considering a mustache). By Labor Day I’ll be cruising in my ’77 Transmarobird-  t-tops off, jean shorts short,smokin hot wife by my side, rocking out to a little Seger. It’ll be sweet.

Until then I’ll look like Fred Savage, commuting in my ’02 Malibu, khakis wrinkle-free, wife at home, book on tape playing at a reasonable decibel level. Not sweet, not sweet at all.



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One Response

  1. Liberal Hippy says:

    Grow it out man. Do it. Commit.

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