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Somebody shaved his head today and that somebody is me. It feels good to look like this again. Fear me, little old ladies of Kerrisdale, for I look all scary and shit. I might help you take your groceries home (like I've done before) but that doesn't mean you shouldn't trundle away as fast as your little old legs can carry you when you see me coming.

Oh no.

Fear me.

I think I have just enough time to grow my hair back into something resembling a non-frightening hairstyle by the time my gf arrives from Japan. She doesn't like it when I look "chotto kowai".

But I do.