At this very moment, I am typing from my Dad's room and seeing my reflection from the darker shade of my laptop. I see my hair wrapped in a white Good Morning towel from the beauty parlor a few blocks from our street. Beneath it is a complex creation of permanency that will either make or break my hairstyle.
I'm going back to being curly-haired.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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