Hair

[Pardon my blatant rip-off of Hair lyrics]

She asks me why, why I'm just a hairy guy.
I'm hairy noon and nighty night night, my hair is a fright.
I'm hairy high and low, but don't ask me why, cause he don't know.
It's not for lack of bread, like the Grateful Death.
Darlin'



Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair.
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen.
Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer hair
Here baby, there, momma, ev'rywhere, daddy, daddy.

hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair. Flow it, show it, long as I can grow it, my hair.



I'd let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees, give a home to the fleas in my hair.
A home for the fleas, a hive for the buzzin' bees,
a nest for birds, there ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my:




Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as I can grow it, my hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty,
oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, streaming, gleaming, flaxen, waxen,
knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided,
powdered, flowered and confettied, bangled, tangled, spangled and spahettied.



Oh say can you see, rise if you can,
and my hair's too short

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair.Flow it, show it,
long as God can grow it, my hair



They'll be ga-ga at the go-go when they see me in my toga,
my toga meade of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair.
My hair like Jesus wore it, Halleluja I adore it, Halleluja Mary loved her son,why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
long as God can grow it, my hair




For those of you who haven't heard it from the Lobster's mouth, I got fired five days before Christmas. I don't think I got a fair hearing, but show me the fired guy who says he got a square deal.

And no, I'm not going into details. For the same reason I'm not contacting various government agencies and legal foundations, there's no percentage in fighting some things, even when they are seriously screwed up.



When the artist formerly known as Frau Lobster woke me up a year ago today to tell me she had to have a divorce, I did not see that my life today would be better than it was then. Not to give the impression that divorce is a good thing, I wouldn't wish it on the asshead who decided to fire me, but life is better a year later. My task now is to find a new job and be able to look back on this a year later and say as hard as it is to sleep on Christmas Eve without a paycheck, I'm better off.

As far as what I do for a living: there is zero reason why long hair should keep me from getting another position, but there was also no reason it should have contributed to my exile. Yet I believe it did. And I can't afford to walk into an interview and turn an opportunity into a closed door because someone thinks my hair means things it doesn't.

When I was in high school, the shaved head (which I've also done, many times) was a cry for help, the sign of a suicidal kid. Extreme even for punks. Yet today it is Sesame Street normal. Long hair, a look that goes back much further, is still apparently the domain of people who prefer pot to booze, following the Dead to following a career, etc. In other words, people who might have much more sense than me, but who are definitely not me.

Plus, I was able to donate to Locks of Love, which was a goal when I decided to grow my hair out one more time while I had an (I thought) stable job situation and hadn't started to go bald naturally. Whatever kid gets my hair, hope it makes things better. I enjoyed it, and if you needed it, you have bigger problems than I do, even now.