The Autopsy Shows It Was A Shaolin Blow

The Coletrain is one of us now. We are invincible!
Fusion of the five elements, searching for the higher intelligence... Sorry about that, now that I have completely shaved my head I am a lot more into Wu-Tang Clan. Most of my friends in college said I looked exactly like a Shaolin monk when I have no hair. Buddha would be a more apt comparison, but I do practice kung fu.
Cutting my own hair was almost like a journey towards self-reliance. I am used to spending $15 to let a professional give me a bald fade, or to sharpen my side burns and round out my natural/mini-fro. But last night, after having yet another weapon fail in fencing practice (and getting my ass handed to me in a Valentine's box) I knew it was time for a change.
Armed with a beard trimmer, a Schick Mach 3 razor, and a comb - I spent 80 minutes hacking away at my hair until it was completely gone. Or rather gone from my head and all over my bathroom. Now I know why people leave this task to the professionals. People at work like the look (especially the ladies), which bothers me now that I realize that only the 16 year old high school girls at fencing practice liked my hair before. It is a damned good thing I don't care what anyone thinks - else I would be real conflicted right about now.
But I am still the best... Wu-Tang!
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1 Comments:
You better e-mail us a picture Ho-train.
PS: I'm listening to Wu Tang Clan right now because of this post...
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