This is serious...

There is something going on with my hair. I don't mean a perm, mullet or even a perpetual bad hair day. This is way more serious than that. I know... more serious than a mullet? Is that possible? Yes. My hair is falling out. I don't mean in chunks or anything, so I am pretty sure no witches put spells on me a la The Craft, and I am thankfully not undergoing any medical treatment that should cause such a issue... but by God, I am going bald here people!!!

I have a serious thing about my hair. Not that its ever been a thing of beauty like my friend Zain, whose hair could quite possibly be the most beautiful hair of any person walking around outside of Hollywood. If I had hair like hers and it was falling out, I would be on the next jet to the Mayo clinic demanding answers and cures. But, even though my hair is mediocre at best, I am really attached to it. No pun intended. I once asked for a trim and the hair stylist from Hades cut my hair SUPER short. I cried immediately and for the entire rest of the day (and off and on for a week after... but whose counting). I am talking Winona Ryder pixie cut short. And, believe me, I don't look like no Winona Ryder.

So, every time I wash my hair a huge tangle of hairs remains on my hand, not to mention the clump in the teeth of my comb. I am rapidly going bald and have no excuse whatsoever. So, this is the start of my emotional demise. I thought it would be the children, but no. Its the hair. I am doomed to spend the rest of my life as a Michael Chiklis look alike... and not even strong and buff "The Shield" Michael Chiklis, but who am I kidding...the Michael Chiklis of "The Commish." God help us all.