The first time I went to Burning Man, I had neglected to get a haircut before I went. My hair’s pretty thick (though a lot grayer than it was that trip), and in the desert heat I was sweating constantly. When I stumbled on a painted naked woman who was shaving heads, I couldn’t resist. Thus occurred the baldness incident of 1997.
I got it buzzed today to help me resist the temptation of doing it again. And to cut down on the sweat — but mostly just so I’m not bald when I come back.
The Jeep’s packed up, and I’m ready to go. This will probably be my last update here until after I’m playa-bound.
Excuse me while I get all bouncy and shit.
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