My hair is my everything: my best friend, my mentor, my moral compass.

I've evolved enough that I've learned to not subject others to the fallout of my own unhappiness. I think that's a significant, hard-won behavioral leap that, sadly, a staggering percent of the population of folks I know haven't quite mastered.

I've been college, but to be truthfully frank, weed is knowledge because it makes me think

My hair is my everything: my best friend, my mentor, my moral compass.

I often yearn to regress into a state that's slightly more atavistic than my decades of conditioning generally allow, but it's difficult to let go of those reigns.

I enjoy watching children interact with the world, the way they engage their environment without any filters, learned models, or cynicism.

It also makes me worry about photos of me that exist that I might not even know about. How do I appear in these unwitting photographs? Who is taking them, without my knowledge or consent, and from where?