Well we all have personal defects, small flaws that mark us as human, now in some people (like super models) it might be the mole on a models face a la Cindy Crawford. Me I have become a magnet for homeless moles and they have taken up residence on my back, buttocks (thats prime real estate cause its nice and windy down that way) and even one reclusive and insane hermit who has taken up residence inside my armpit, hes an awnry lil bugger, but hell you would be too if you lived there. But one of the flaws that has marred me since my youth is my bad hair. Now theres bad hair as in it wont stay in place, or where ya left it for you balding monkeys, but Im talking about holding up liquior stores, and lying around on the couch till noon bad.
I guess Ill be up front about, I have two cowlicks on the back of my head, and they are trained in the dark side of the force, with a simple thought they can lift my hair at strange angles and cause an alf alfpha sprout to appear even in long hair drawn into a pony tail, I have lived much of my life under their rule, and only by appeasing them, (living in the dark, sacrificing virgins, and giving them gifts of hair gel have kept them from making me look like an idiot all the time (just most the time) Except when I break out my trusty 1 guard and give myself a haircut, im not sure which is the master and which is darth cowlick but im not up for finding out. I did get a haircut, think charlie sheen if he was a scrawny (ok portly 6'1" 240 lb) white guy, my twin cowlicks have once again reared their ugly head and the return of the alf alpha sprout, damn that pisses me off. I dont really care how it looks or the fact after repeatedly warning yon hairmistress of my unrulely and wild cowlicks would do if given the oppertunity, but the fact I paid her 10 bucks for the making me look like even more of a jerk then i already am.