My brother has been growing his hair out for a few years.
It all started one night at the dinner table, when I said, "hey, you should grow out your hair!" and he said, "hey, I think I'll do that!" and it (dare I say it?) grew from there.

It was very dark brown, and so soft and shiny, and it had a very sweet little curl at the ends.

It's still very dark brown.

And soft and shiny.

But no curl.

More like...spikes.

(I wonder if the hairdresser at Sport Clips got her inspiration from the Volleyball on TV?)

No more the '20-year-old-lumberjack-who-doesn't-believe-in-bathing' look.

No more the 'freak-flag-flying-retro-punk-hippie-grunge-rebel-without-a-cause' look.

And hopefully, I can get back my peace medallion.