After a night with Kevin at the kava bar, I make my way home, only mildly krunked, and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the plate glass window of a shoe store. I'm having a good hair day, I notice with no small pleasure - my side part is hanging very fetchingly over one eye, giving me a slightly anime look.
I realize with a shock that this, this hair, this look I've got going now, as an adult (supposedly) looks familiar for a reason.
It's the exact style I was going for when I was in junior high school, imitating the coolest guy I knew, and now I've got it.
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