jukka

Its March and still snowing, and I told everybody I wouldnt cut off my dreads before it stopped. The eather is a sign. But tell you what: Fuck SIGNS ! Ill cut them jokers off today, it just has to happen, or else I will be a chicken for the rest of my life. . . I love my dreads, though. But the time came to move on.
Ill miss them. Ill probably start crying everytime I see somebody with dreads from now on. But Im looking forward being able to brush my hair, and let my fingers just slide threw it, and wash and dry it within 15 minutes instead of 3 hours. Yepp.