Hair’s all gone!

Morgan likes to look at pictures of me from the past when I had a buzz cut. He specifically asks for “Picture. Hair’s all gone?” I know he’s asking to see my driver’s license picture when he asks for this. I don’t have it any more, because I got a new driver’s license and my hair was longer at that time. For quite a while, though, it was one of his favorite pictures. If I’m lucky, I’ll have short hair again and can take a picture of it.

I got this haircut in 2001, before I even came to Texas. For the longest time, Ash has cut my hair at home. We have a little box with Wahl haircutters and the plastic colored guides that let you cut a certain length. We did this when we were broke to save on the cost of haircuts, and just kept doing it. Anyway, one day Ash decided to cut my hair while she was intoxicated. Bad idea. It was going along fairly well, until she cut too far with the shorter guide. She tried to fix it, but eventually gave up and cut it all down to a quarter or half inch all over.

I liked it, but I love short short hair. Ash doesn’t like it because she says I look like an axe murderer. The fun part was that I was going to a job interview in Seattle. I also got my driver’s license renewed right afterwards as well. I got the job, btw, and it was the best one I’ve ever had. My boss was in Seattle, but I was in Dallas (this is why I moved from Maine to Dallas).

Morgan still remembers the picture and asks for it from time to time. His hair is now cut the same length as mine was, so if you see one of his pictures, you can get an idea of how short my hair was. All I have to do now is get Ash intoxicated again and get her to cut my hair.