Crap, dude. I just used a webcam to confirm my worst fear. No, there are no monkeys throwing Mike & Ike’s at me, thankfully. I’m referring to my thinning hair. How the freak am I supposed to take over the world now?

Don’t try to remind me of the fact that the people I respect most have little hair (Douglas, Patterson, Clean). It does little to salve my wounded, fragile ego. I don’t even have money to make up for it with a sports car.






