It’s the end of an era, I guess. My trademark is no more. I’m serious. It’s gone. My built-in cat-toy… my man-leash…—whatever you want to call that strange braided patch of long hair that I have had for what? Fifteen years?—met its fate with a pair of scissors on Sunday, March 23, 2008.
Seeing that I had shaved my beard some two weeks before that, I guess it is going to be a lot more difficult to do self portraits now (see Exhibit A).
Oh well.
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Hope you saved it in a spectacular keepsake box!!!
Oh my lord. I’ve never known you without it.. I was there when you grew it in the first place. I’m looking forward to seeing you without it I suppose. But… what will the cats play with now? Perhaps you’ll have to start carrying a feather on a string in your pocket or something. It’ll be alright. Life and hair styles do morph over the years. Mr Braids had a long good run.
Compared to when one of my cats bit off a big chunk of my braid a few years ago (early in my days of going bald), what was left this time was pretty unimpressive…. I’ve already sorta forgotten where I’ve put this little remnant, but I think I’ll survive without it.