Freak Out

Holy Shmoly, I forgot to mention something of critical importance…

I’m freakin’ out. Totally.

I found four silver hairs today. Sparkling in the sun like white-hot firecrackers.

People, I’m not even thirty yet. People, my dear Mama isn’t even grey yet and she’s almost sixty. People, things like this are just not allowed to happen to me.

I mean, I try to be relatively low maintenance. I don’t color my hair, I don’t “do” my hair, I don’t even have my ears pierced for crying out loud. I cannot manage graying hair. This simply wasn’t in my plan book for at least another twenty years.

People, I am so freaking out.

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One thought on “Freak Out

  1. Try seeing gray at 18, then watching your hair run away to the back of your head at 22!!!
    your most favorite oldest bro Billy.

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