All day
people have been ducking into and out of buildings, grabing their umbrellas, pulling their collars up around their ears, covering their heads.
Pussies.
It’s 68. It’s a warm(ish) rain, and it’s slow. Not a fucking thing on earth is as good to feel on your shoulders and your receding hairline as an early summer rain, dammit.
Sweet.
It’s even better when the sun is shining while it’s raining… sweet, indeed.
But, I don’t have a receding hairline.
I got a razor. We can fix that.
My hairline isn’t receding it’s more like a stragglers retreat! Every follicle for himself!
Yep, mine’s in full retreat. Crap…
Mine fled so long ago it has it’s own documentary on the history channel.
You win Graumagas…or is it lose?
I’ve got a theory that I never actually went bald, my hair just slid off my head onto my back…
I’ve never used an umbrella; that’s why they make hats.