Today I got my legs waxed cos sometimes I want that smooth silky feeling and the woman that was waxing me remembered me from Locust street days cos she and her boyfriend noted that my hair was “badass.” She and I talked for a long time about Native American history, and as she was taking me back downstairs to checkout the owner of the store stopped us and said he loved my style and if I’d ever considered designs in the side of my head, I said I had thought about it before and he says, “Alright, let’s go” and takes me to a chair and whips this up (it’s kinda a bad pic) in 10minutes, for free. He told me to come back cos he’s got big plans for me and my hair.