It’s over, it’s done. No more hair. It was a good run, hair, and I’ll miss you, but it’s time to move on.
Ben’s hair, 1980-2008. RIP.
The best part is that I could not find a hand mirror to see the back side of my head with, so I bought a comb with one in the handle. The irony of this did not strike me until I was actually using it.