stupid weird

I recently had my wig chopped and I must say that this is my favorite haircut but the story of my hair is a hairy, kind of awkward tale of finding just the right Barber.

On the 12th day of Christmas, Q103 gave to me, the end. The original plan was to have me sit in front of the drummer of Red Sun Rising, during his sound check, but I was running late because of traffic going north. I had missed my window, to sit in front of a drum kit, and have me ears blown out, for America and for Christmas...