. . .because I went to one of those discount haircut places this weekend.
I was bushwhacked, scalped, and left for dead.
I said chin length. Evidently my chin is up near my ears now. Like any experienced scalper, she'd taken off the hair faster then I could say Zane Grey.
And they say the western is dead. HUMPH!
I may have hardly any hair now, but at least it's more incentive to write. Though I never had a taste for scalping scenes. Now I know why.