I've taken quite a bit of heat over the course of the last little while about - of all things - the current state of my hair. Much of the criticism has come from a grandma who I'll leave un-named. In case you want to take a guess, her first name starts with "F" and ends with "reddie"Anyhoo
Once upon a time a LONG time ago there was a little boy, his name was Trout. Little Trout had a mom who loved him desperately and always made sure he looked his best. His "best" included a military flat-top haircut.
Fast forward 39 years . . .
Trout decided that he should grow out his hair because he was very tired of his old haircut, the resultant style is the one you see in the above picture, very dapper, as mom would say. However, if I opt for not wetting it down and running a comb through it in the mornings, it can be a comical sight. As in my profile pic.
There you have it people, the story of my out of control hair, I know you'll all sleep better knowing the entire truth.
PS: The woman standing next to me in the pic is the lovely Mrs. Trout, who just so happens to think my hair is sexy. And that, my friends, is ALL that matters.
