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If a guy is a good neighbor, if he puts in a day, if every once in a while he laughs, if every once in a while he thinks about somebody else and, above all else, if he can find his way to compassion and, and tolerance, then he's my brother. And I don't give a damn if he didn't get past finger-painting. What I can't stomach are people who're out to convince people that the educated are soft and privileged and out to make them feel like they're less, then, you know, 'he may be educated, but I'm plain-spoken, just like you!' Especially when we know that education can be a silver bullet, it can be the silver bullet, Toby!
I shaved my head. I no longer have an unruly mop on my scalp, which is good. It’s hard to manage it and I was getting sick of feeling like my hair needed to be tamed every morning. Using that much conditioner every morning was beginning to get expensive. I use to do this once a season; at the beginning of every season I would cut it down to an inch or a little under an inch, and then by the end of the season or the beginning of the next one, it would get to a point where I would need to prune the ol’ hedge again. It feels nice to no longer have three pounds of hair on my head.
In other hair news, I’ve also decided to try a goatee again.