I need to find that oldies radio station. I remembered I was all into cheesy 50’s/60’s music in the something grade. There was this one radio station I listened to non-stop, and my dad was looking at me all weird thinking “You’re ten years old and you’re all into the Beach Boys? Whaaaa?”
Either way he compiled a cd of oldies music for me. I was addicted to Reverend Al Green’s Take Me To The River and Van Morrison’s Brown Eyed Girl.
It’s gonna be my Dad’s birthday on Saturday, as well as my uncle’s. I really need to do something nice for him.
Shaving my head. I know. I know. Probably not gonna happen. But the thought passed my mind. I’d donate my hair, so it would go to a good cause. I don’t think I’ve ever let my hair grow long; I always karate chop it off once when the weather gets warm. Oh and having no hair will allow me to collect more hats. I like hats. Especially funny ones.