This was about three years back, I was going through my typical teenage angst yada yada yada. It was the summer prior to my 10th year and I had made the stupid decision to stop brushing my hair completely and let it go all Rasta. By the time school came around, layers upon layers of it were greasy and matted. One Saturday, I finally chose to enter the bathroom and manage the birds nest. After 3 hours of combing, destroying hairbrushes, and constantly applying conditioner I gave up and pulled out the twin blades. At first, I was apprehensive as I knew my mother would angrily react, but soon came to the realization that the amount of constant combing wasn't aiding the situation at all. I reached for the first lock and snipped it about an inch
