The Bullfrog says goodbye. Not to anyone in particular that you know but to his long dark locks. I bid farewell to my hair. It has been four months, trying out style after style until it is tamed by the splendor of cheap headbands. Yes, the red, black, and white ones. The classics. Though some literally cringe at its sight, I have all the pride in the world to flaunt it, parade it for all the people to see every day. Of course, the hair is everyone’s crowning glory and mine is just as precious. But why cut it? I guess it has its fifteen minutes of fame by now. And I need something new to pull off this February. Yes, something extraordinary, something bizarre. Oh, just wait and see.