The Big Snip

The Big Snip

In 1987, I started growing my hair long. Not because I thought long would be good, or good looking, but because I hated having other people cut my hair. Some time in late 1988 or early 1989, the waves that became curls finally became long enough to reach my shoulders.

I had it trimmed – I believe three times – by my friend Val, first in 1990 and most recently in 1992 or 1993. And even with those trimmings, it still reached my shoulders.

As I’ve approached 40, I’ve found that my hairline is receeding faster than I like. Every morning I’m confronted with more of the top of my head. I decided that when I turned 40, it would be time to give it the big snip.

This was that very moment, when I plowed a pair of barber’s shears through the thick wad of hair still back there.

After this came another 40 minutes or so of slowly shaving it all off. Go bald guys! Yay!

And for some more pictures of the event, I’ve attached them below.