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(Originally posted on: 02-11-08 10:51:56 AM)
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So I've recently undergone a dramatic change in appearance and thought I would share it with you all in the sake of new threads.
Up until last week,this is what i looked liked.

But I'm jumping ahead of myself. Lets go back to what I normally look like. I say normally and find it funny because I had to go back 3 years to find a picture of myself of what I normally look like. And unfortunately for me, the only picture I could find of myself without other people in it, is a picture in which I look kind of homosexual. I don't normally look homosexual, i hope, but thats what my hair normally looks like.

But then I decided it was time for a change. All of my friends have had long hair and I never really grew mine out too long. So i committed myself to the idea. As you can tell, I was thrilled about it at first or maybe just hungover I forget it was a long time ago.

Now you see me in my Bob Dylan phase, a phase which lasted for one night, Halloween. If I curled my hair I think it would have been pretty good.

But then I got greedy and temporarily lost my sanity, as evident by the blue women's sweater and the black bandanna. But my main point is that I decided to grow out a beard.

Later, I started to kinda like the beard and thought that I was obligated to look like a lumberjack. So I went out and bought a red flannel shirt and chop wood in my back yard. And as a reward I chugged a pitcher of beer. Those were the glory days...

However, three days ago I started to resemble a deranged homeless guy or maybe Hey Zeus or Cat Stevens or George Harrison. So after 80 days of not shaving and over a year without a haircut of any kind I decided to make a change.

I thought shaving the beard would have been an extremely painful process. Turns out the most painful thing about it was the half hour it took to complete the task and the cold that my cheeks now feel.

Then came time for the final deed. While driving to get my haircut my hands were actually shaking but I went through with it anyway. and....tada

Now I look like a frat d-bag but oh well. I actually scared myself by walking by a mirror. I jumped when I saw myself out of the corner of my eye thinking that some random guy was in the room with me.
And that concludes the current chapter 1 of the evolution of my hair. Chapter 2: Balding, coming soon...
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