August 6th, 2002


The process

I don't have hair any more. I have an on going process taking place on my head. It's messy. It's itchy. It's struggle. It's motion. It's turning my head inside out. I hate to sound so silly, but it really is an experience.

I researched dreads so much before I did them. Every time I'd read someone talking about how dreads changed there outlook, personality and their life I thought it ridicules, it's just hair. It didn't seem any different than a bob, a chelsea or any other style.

But I was wrong. I feel them tugging at the center of my chest. My hair has always wanted to do this. Every time I'd to wash it, if it wasn't brushed quickly enough I'd have five thick dreads I'd have to fight for hours. After years and years I've finally given in to the metamorphosis.

Now, if I could only get the damn things to lock.
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