I have my hair alright. I suppose I could delude myself that it's always gonna be there, but only under the influence of REALLY powerful hallucinogens like LSD, mescaline, or Keith Richards. The truth, however, is in plain sight. I'm losing hair like ballot papers from Florida.

Historically, hair loss has been a bad omen. Napoleon started noticing how his hair was starting to recede when he was in Waterloo, got distracted from his brilliant campaign, and... we all know what happened after that. Vincent Van Gogh cut off his ear to stop people from noticing his bald spot. It worked too. We don't remember him as the bald painter from the Renaissance, do we? And it's not entirely because he was NOT from the Renaissance.

Sure, there is little or no truth in the last paragraph I wrote, but hair loss is still (continue reading)