It's not really a dreadlock - it's more like a dreaded lock. It lives on a man I've seen a number of times at our local Borders. From the front he's an older ex-hippie college professor-looking guy. But his hair is a single, foot-wide solid chunk of hair - down to his ankles. No kidding. Whether things live in it is not in question. It must be a heavy burden in more ways than one.
I imagine time got away from him and now he doesn't know what to do. He can't live without it. Like a bad habit that's so engrained you're not even aware of it. Or how some people don't see the Christmas wreath on their door in February or the red bow on their mailbox in March.
I'm not really judging - everyone has the right to their hair.
Has anyone else ever seen this dude?
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i've heard stories of this guy. he's a recurring dream character, known as Beaver Tail, showing that part of the dreadlock journey.
if you want to be a bird, have a bird dream. it's easy. all you need is love. wah, wa wa wa wa.
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