I'm standing in front of a large mirror next to a boy. I can see the boy as well as myself in the mirror. There's cool hip music playing. The boy is trying to change his hair style so that it's as cool as his air. Then he sprays some light-colored spots of foam on his forhead.
I feel glad that he is able to express himself so freely and weirdly with me present.
I decide to change my look, too. I put on an outlandish wig with large tufts of white, orange and red sticking straight up into the air. It's shiny too. A real eye-catcher. I reposition the tufts so that they lay down, pointing backward.
Friday, November 23, 2012
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