I'm gorgeous with long hair. But I'm not peacocking. It also makes me a cop magnet. I want to be able to drive my boat in my four-wheel drive pickup truck and have the cops never look at me twice. I want to be cool for the summer. I want to shave my head.

M does not like this. She has her perspective of me in my perfection. I'm a 14-year-old with hair down to my waist. I can't live this forever.

So I start shaving. I start shaving my hair. Lose it all. Be a cue ball. Let's see what this does. M's pissed.

God damn it. The electric razor runs out halfway through. I look so goddamn strange. I'll plug it in and shave the rest tomorrow. Oh well.