today this guy at the gas station who was really high (or something, i didn't talk to him long enough to be able to tell)
stared at the back of my head for a while, and said, "whoa...whoa" thoughtfully
he then paused and said, "i like your dreadlocks"
when we left the store my dad informed me that they had been glowing in the sunlight.
entertaining people who are in an altered state of conciousness is pretty much the most satisfying thing ever.
i wish that someday in a magical grove i will happen upon a yound lass with glowing dreadlocks.
i will post pictures sooooon!