Very very few people like my hair, but I'm alright with people telling me to cut my hair. People who really know me understand that I don't put up with disapprovingness for long (however oxymoronic that may be). There are probably enough dreadies in my town to count with one hand, and I haven't seen any of them. I am "that guy with dreads."
I want to keep my dreads for at least a couple more years, so they'll get to a satisfying length, but we'll see. It is hard to get a job with them in this town, which is unfortunate.
(These aren't very good pictures, but they're the best I have right now.)
That's me on the rock.
That's me spotting.
Here's one taken the beginning of January, my hair had dreads in it but mostly looked like I was a homeless man. More than I do now, at least.