A Bold Foray into Middle Age

They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

Yesterday, I did something I have never done before.  I paid $4.99 for a bottle of shampoo . . . for myself.

In the past, I’ve always been happy with the .99 varieties, pretty much all of which do clean the hair and leave a nice squeak at the end.

However, I have begun to feel that the head of hair is no longer what it was and am fighting age with purchase of a shampoo that will rejuvenate the follicles, or at least make them look thicker . . .

Look out, Troy Polamalu.