One day I decided to cut all my hair off... I had grown it for 2 years. I dyed it crazy colors; blue, green and blue and green. It made people look at my hair and say, "wow, hair! it's wonderful!". I loved my hair. One day I got tired of it and tired of my life. So I reinvented myself. Besides, the girl I grew the hair for didn't like me anymore. While I was cutting my hair, or just before, I felt scared, I felt like I was about to jump off a very large cliff into very cold water. When I was cutting it, hacking it, burning it with lighters, looking at it in my hands I felt resolved, in control, almost erotic, a bit essentric when I cut the entire lot off, but very happy. I also took some pictures.