Mohawk

So last night after several failed hair cut attempts by the girls from across the hall (or soon to be), Abe finally came to my rescue. Unfortunatly, by that point it was too late and it all had to go, but not with out a mohawk along the way. Saddly the mohawk was one of the better looking stages of my head that night. But now its completely shaved and I startle myself everytime I look at anything remotely reflective.

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