The wonderful thing about being male and over forty is that hair starts to disappear from places it's always been and appear in places that just never had hair. My hairline is racing to make a little island of hair on my forehead surrounded by a moat of scalp.
In the meantime, I could probably braid and bead the hair on my shoulders and back. Hunchack cornrows...mmm, sexy.
I promise to wear a shirt at Six Flags regardless of the heat.
Timothy
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