And speaking of drastic changes...

My friend "Jack" decided he had helped out all that he could for now. I was sad to see him go but was thankful for his assistance through this whole ordeal.


I knew I needed a break from the house purging chores and had to get a haircut anyway so I ventured out. At first, I thought if I was going to live the island life that I should just let my hair grow out and try a "new island do" but didn't think that Rasta Chris was a good look.

I ultimatley decided for the "easy breezy, nice & easy" look for my new adventure. The sad outcome of this daredevil act via #3 clippers is I now look like a cross between a serial killer and a lobotomy patient.

I knew I should have stayed home to keep from injuring myself.