I'm sixty-eight today and this morning I considered, for about sixty seconds, letting my hair go gray. Let's call it a Dorian Gray moment.
If I were to go gray, I would have to start wearing inexpensive jeans bagging in the butt, organic cotton turtle necks (turtle neck. I'm creeping myself out) in mauve or pea green; a pink breast cancer awareness ribbon; a woven Fair Trade handbag from Peru, and dangly earrings from Zimbabwe made from recycled aluminum cans . In a moment of joie d vivre I might be tempted to purchase a pair of R. Crumb slide-on Vans.
Fuck! I'm not ready.
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