That terrifying year
was my second year
of college. K showed
me Pavement's Cut
Your Hair. I tried to show
you that song, but
you didn't get it.
My hair is getting
thin in the front.
I'll probably cut it
all off, like how
Dad's is now.
B thinks it will
look good like that.
I want to move
closer. I want to
get chickens
or a dog.