Sometime in 1998 I stopped trimming my goattee. It wasn't a terribly conscious decision. A few years later I had a foot long dual pronged red thing flapping around in the breeze. One day as I was walking through Wakefield market, a really enthusiastic Jamiacan (or something) woman stepped out from a stall and gave me a spiel about this hair thingy
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i meant to return everything to everyone before i went away. am back now.
soon!
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