My hair's genetic maximum is at my nipples, it stopped there when i had dreads and it stops there when it is straight.
I like long hair because i know it won't grow like this when i am old so why not rock it while i can so i don't turn into the grandpa telling stories to his grandchildren and forget what i was saying because i was too busy looking off into the distance, deep in thought over the regrets of my past, a tear rolls down my cheek and i look down to see long hair flowing past my shoulders which i know to be a figment of my now senile mind. Who the fuck are these children staring at me?
I will not grow up to be that weeping old man.