I have had the most extraordinary dream of my life last night.
First of all, I must say, I have a bidaar, as you all know. I started balding at the ripe old age of 19. And now as a 26 year old, I've accepted my bidaar fate.
But last night, I dream of a life without bidaar.
I had hair. A FULL set of hair. Hair soo long, that it reached all the way to my bum. It was soo black, soo shiny, soo silky, soo beautiful. Oh my, it was soo beautiful. I felt great. I felt like a million bucks. I don't know.
I even went for a walk, and for some reason, I'm waking down Shepherds Bush market, with my beautiful silky long hair, let down.
Why I'm dreaming about Shepherds Bush Market, out of all the places in the world, beats me, I haven't been there in like seven years. The looks I was getting from the Xalimos, hot damn.
In the dream, I was soo gassed, I started doing the, 'I whip my hair back and forth', dance by Willow Smith, then I hit my head on something, I think it was a lamp post, then just like that, I wake up. The dream is over.
I immediately jump out of bed, rush towards the bathroom, look at myself in the mirror, hoping that what I had just experienced was real, only to be confronted with the hard-hitting truth, that I am bald, was bald, and will always be bald.
I swear to you, I fell to my knees, right there in that bathroom.
First of all, I must say, I have a bidaar, as you all know. I started balding at the ripe old age of 19. And now as a 26 year old, I've accepted my bidaar fate.
But last night, I dream of a life without bidaar.
I had hair. A FULL set of hair. Hair soo long, that it reached all the way to my bum. It was soo black, soo shiny, soo silky, soo beautiful. Oh my, it was soo beautiful. I felt great. I felt like a million bucks. I don't know.
I even went for a walk, and for some reason, I'm waking down Shepherds Bush market, with my beautiful silky long hair, let down.
Why I'm dreaming about Shepherds Bush Market, out of all the places in the world, beats me, I haven't been there in like seven years. The looks I was getting from the Xalimos, hot damn.
In the dream, I was soo gassed, I started doing the, 'I whip my hair back and forth', dance by Willow Smith, then I hit my head on something, I think it was a lamp post, then just like that, I wake up. The dream is over.
I immediately jump out of bed, rush towards the bathroom, look at myself in the mirror, hoping that what I had just experienced was real, only to be confronted with the hard-hitting truth, that I am bald, was bald, and will always be bald.
I swear to you, I fell to my knees, right there in that bathroom.
