Pathetically dull edge

In order to embrace, revist and swallow my former glories, I acted today as I did 20 years ago.

I paid a few bucks for a trim at SuperCuts and bought some hair dye at the drugstore, donned plastic gloves and went to town.

Nothing says rockstar rawness like cheap hair.

Talk with me. Please.

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