Obvious Sings That I've Been Chuggin' Bleach - or - Deceptive Non-Childish Persona

Every time my brother and I get together, one of the first things he says to me is inevitably, "Good God, Obsquatch. You are really gray." It's true. I am going gray. I kinda like it. The funny thing is that he, my brother, went gray way before I did. I never made fun of him because I always thought it looked great; I called it his Nick Fury Stripes.

So I like my gray hair, and it's a good thing, cause they are for real. They come out faster and more wirey (Wire-like? Wire-esque? Brillo-fied?) than my other hair. It's like someone smashed a while piano in my head and these are the strings poking out though my skull. They are shiny, bold, and are invading every inch of my head. I have one last vestige of untouched brown hair on the top left side of my bangs, but I don't hold out much hope for it to survive the gray invasion. I am not vain, but I notice when my head changes color, who wouldn't? The point is that I kinda like it. It reminds me that no mater how old I start to look, I'll always feel young, and feeling young while looking old is light years better than the inverse. So bring it on, gray hairs, do your best cause I'm gonna make this look good.


I'm off to ride my bike in 3˚ weather.