So as you can see I shaved my head. It's been a few years since I have done so.
It feels good, like I am vaguely reborn. A perverse baptism.
I'm also preparing for my Halloween costume in going bald.
By then it should be long enough to do a mohawk like this. I'm excited. It's been years since I've had a mohawk.
(For you young kids, that's Travis Bickle from the movie 'Taxi Driver'. Great film. If you haven't seen it yet please do so.)
I can't help thinking though that perhaps I am going through some sort of warped crisis regarding my impending birthday. I'm going to be 32. In 8 years I'll be forty. In 18 I'll be fifty. Eeeek. I'm not okay with this. I always thought I wouldn't care about getting older, but I do and it irks me. Not just growing old irks me, but the fact that it bothers me irks me even more. Perhaps it's because I haven't accomplished anything that I had wanted to in my life. And I am at a point now where I just feel like giving up. Damn. That's not as depressing as it sounds.
Anyway, enough about that.
The other day the pet human and I went up to the mountains to hang out. It's a remote place, so I sunned myself nekkid there. I didn't tan. I think I'm only able to tan on my arms, shoulders, and lower legs. It's quite vexing.
We also got a wee bit tipsy and decided to shoot some guns. I'm a better shot when I've had something to drink. (Save your lectures regarding booze and firearms! I still have all my digits and no one is dead!)
This weekend I'll be heading up to Jersey with puppies. I'm usually way excited to go back to my homeland, but since I'll be up there for a shorter amount of time than usual I'm actually sort of dreading it. It's such a long drive and hanging out with my friends was always my reward, but I won't be able to do that this time. It's basically going to be a drive up and turn around sort of deal, which sucks. But as the poster says....
