My best feature
My hair is always, my best feature. Seriously, it doesn’t matter if its dirty, clean, freshly brushed or just dumped out of bed, it always looks better than ninety percent of the rest of the world’s hair. Today though, I have achieved a state of hair perfection. There’s just the right length between cuts, just the right amount of moisture in the air, and just the right angle taken when I ran my fingers through it while it was still wet.
If Abraham Lincoln had my hair he could have avoided that whole civil war mess, yes, it looks that good right now. I found god today, and it is my hair. You may kneel before it and worship, I don’t mind. Soft and supple, shiny without being oily, and, as always, not a drop of “product” anywhere near it. Shampoo, condition, rinse, towel-dry, run the fingers through it, give it a shake and its good to go, looking better and better as the day goes on and it finishes drying in the air. Oh, if only the rest of my genetics worked out this well for me.
Heck, even the hair in my beard is soft, actually, come to think of it…
*This post stops here to avoid going in to the “T M I” zone.
