My Hair

by The Hippy Coyote

I love my hair.

It must mean a lot to me,
considering the trouble I've gone through to have it long.

My father was an army sergeant,
he would have liked me in a butch haircut forever.

I remember locking myself in the bathroom until the barbershop closed.

If my hair touched my ears I was a "Hippy."

When I finally left home, (for legal reasons),
I grew my hair and grew it some more.

Unfortunately, my mother neglected to inform me of HAIR CONDITIONER.

She probably figured I'd never need it with my monthly crew cuts.

Well, after a girlfriend realized how much hair I was losing after each postshower hair grooming--she presented me with her CONDITIONER.

My life changed. Having curly hair and thin strands...well, I thought tangles and matted hair brushes were a way of life.

Ah, with conditioner, my hair could finally grow past my shoulders without turning into hemp rope.

It grew and grew...

Ah. I love my hair.

Hey!

That seems trite to you?!?

Well, consider this:

I had my curly locks STRAIGHTENED TWICE.

A REVERSE PERM, in a hair salon.

Filled with women.

No men.

It was kinda cool being there.

No, that's not why I was there.

My hair was past my shoulders and it was like BRILLO sometimes.

I gave up a few times and CUT the knots out with scissors.

Ok.

All just a faint memory now.
Oh, by the way, not all conditioners are created equal.

It's usually best to pay a little bit more too, to get a good conditioner.

Hey, maybe I could be a conditioner spokesman.

I use - -

NO WAY!

Let's see who makes me an offer.

Hee-hee.

Hey, this could be that lucky break I've been waiting for.

Well, If I do, it will have to be for a CONDITIONER I WOULD TRUTHFULLY RECOMMEND.

Wow.

Cool.

Wouldn't that be cool if this webpage got me a commercial?

COYOTE TV.

My own TV station.

Well, I'll start with a TV show.

Then...

The Coyote

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