outback

The other day I really needed a haircut. I looked sort of like a chia pet. Fuzzy and weird. So since my gay hairdresser Stylin' Stan was not around Mike gave me the one haircut he knew about. Now I have almost no hair. Well I have two scars on my head and Zissou wanted to know what they were from I simply said "Bar Fights." Well that is not true. The one on the right side of my head was from playing football. This may sound normal for a kid to be playing football but I was not very good. Since it was just touch football we should of all been safe but this big bully tackled me and my head hit the driveway and that was that. 13 stitches. Oh, it was a girl that tackled me... The other one was inflicted upon me by my brother Mike. When we were kids we shared a room and the bunkbed divided it into two halves. Well one day while reading a 1986 issue of Bicycling Magazine with Davis Phinney on the cover a round sharp edged stool came flying over the bunk bed right onto my head. After a few hours of waiting with a blood soaked towel on my head my rather astonished mother came walking in the door. Being light headed I was to feeble to speak up when my brother told some story about how I was building a fort and fell, blah, blah, blah.... Maybe I should of stuck with a bar fight I may not be considered such a sissy. Just wait until I tell you about the dog bowl....... I