Well, I couldn't do it.
I had a hair appointment scheduled last
night, and as I wrote last week I was torn between letting my
feathery and wavy Corona-hair keep growing, or get it cut off and
return my head back to normal. For some strange reason, I've been
fascinated by the increasing length of the stuff popping out of
scalp, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to see it go quite yet.
That's why I still have it.
Oh sure, the ends are trimmed and it
looks a little neater, but I still have my Corona-hair. What can I
say? I guess I just enjoy being a lab experiment.
As of now, at least, I do have plan for
when the experiment will end. I'm thinking of letting the
Corona-hair grow until either Loraine and I go to France at the
beginning of September, or, more likely, because Americans aren't
allowed to go anywhere these days because we can't act like adults
and wear masks, right before I start shooting “High School Bowl”
for the season in late September.
Either way, I'll still have the
Corona-hair for a while longer.
I'm shooting some on-camera stuff for
that “Third Street: Day & Night” video this weekend, which
means that everyone who pays to watch it will see a host with some
wild hair. Recently trimmed wild hair, mind you, but wild hair
nonetheless. And if that's not worth the $5 or whatever it is
they'll be charging to watch it, I don't know what is.
Hopefully, it won't scare anyone off.
That's the deal with my hair, at least
for now, in case you were so bored by the world in 2020 that you were
dying to know. We now return you to matters much more pressing and
important.
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