shades of gray

tulip b/w, originally uploaded by pr9000.

I threw a hat on this morning before breakfast, because my hair is very wild in the mornings -- kind of like Marge Simpson's, minus the Blue #56 -- and you don't want to risk being seen with Gary Busey hair out in public.

As I was straightening my hair -- even with a hat on, you still have to watch the hair around your ears -- I noticed that I'm really, really gray. This should not come as a surprise to me, because it's been happening for years now, but somehow the suddenness of the gray threw me for a loop. It's supposed to make men look distinguished, but I think it's just ... well, it's normal, and you have to accept it as such, because time goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone. Oh yeah, well life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.

Rock on. (Cue guitars)

Sorry for the little John "Cougar" Mellencamp (as he was known in the day) detour there, but sometimes you're writing and you start to type a phrase that your brain then recognizes and it takes you on a little detour into the music of your youth and all you can do is complete the lyric and call for the guitar solo.