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			There was a time when I had haaaaaaaaiiiiiir. If I told you that I was, at the time, a singer for a Maiden-Lite 80s metal band, you might get the idea. There are photographs. They will remain hidden. 
 
Then I was in a grungesque band and the hair got progessively shorter until it was merely shoulder-length, but somewhere along the line it went from being long and wild and mostly straight to being very curly. Looked kind of cool. There are photographs. I can't find the fuckers. 
 
Now: sporadically spiky, blonder in summer than in winter, low-maintenance, typically bed-headed. 
 
Oh, and the not-washing part: brushing is important. And long hair takes a looooooong time to self-clean, during which time you will be wearing a city's worth of automotive pollutants, preowned skin cells, and 200 cigarette's worth of smoke in your coiffure.			 |   
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