flat broke,
i was offered
my first real job, but the catch
was,
was that they insisted that i
cut my
hair,
which was down to my shoulders
at that point
in my
post hippy pretend
life.
i was the virgin age of eighteen,
still living
in my mother's house.
to hell with politics
or culture.
of course i gave in
despite the David
Crosby
song ringing in my ears.
money superseded any
crazy
notions of changing the world
with long
hair, and i assumed,
over time,
it would grow long
again.
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