once i lost a bet and had to get my head shaved. it was a fundraising bet; the kind you hope to lose. the price tag for my hair along with that of another colleague was $15,000.
what wouldn't you do to your hair for $15,000? hair grows back.
it was an interesting experience, being shaved in front of a few hundred screaming adolescents. the striking thing was how breezy it was. the next day was when i started my still-current habit of wearing little round hats. someone asked me that day if i was ashamed to be seen bald.
"no", i said. "just cold."
every evening i took a picture of myself, right up until the night before my next haircut.
roll film.
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