So I walked down to the barber shop on Pine Street in San Francisco this morning to get a little trim…no before/after pics because my phone is a brick right now…but I sat down, took the rubber band out of my pony tail, shook my head, and said it’s been 15 months since I had a trim. Barber asked me if I wanted him to shorten the pony tail or if I wanted to “return to normal.” I said a return to normal sounded good. A good 10+ inches of hair fell to the floor soon after and I felt lighter than I can recall.

Then I went to the ballpark for the soft opening of the Public House (since the missus invited me)…she was pleasantly surprised not to have a long haired freaky husband show up.