383 days later, many haircuts and lots of patience, the formerly bald part of my head now has new hair and is hanging out with its neighboring friends. What the new hair is failing to do is play nicely with its new neighbors.
As if a flock of birds had built themselves a home, my new hair has turned out to be a hell of a lot curlier than my old hair, does not appreciate the merit of straightening up like its neighbors and has a mind of its own. It appears as if I have given birth to a painfully independent and stubborn subset of hair. Anyone know how in the hell that happened? However, as independent and stubborn as my new happy patch of hair may be, a full head of hair and a wavy birds nest buried behind my ear certainly beats what the wretched mess looked like 383 days ago.
GREY MATTER LIFE 