This is a poor example of the craft, but it shows the unnatural lengths to which my natural blonde hair has gone.
Haircuts happen when tunnel vision sets in.
Spring 1989, Me and Philyks, one of my titanium clocks in the background. Spring 1990, Kimmswick. I was seen playing 2 recorders, at once. Repairing a spiderweb in front of my home as the tenant arachnid watches from the center.