Dead man walking

Well, they did it. My co-workers raised the cash. Tomorrow I get my head shaved. This evening has an ominous feeling about it. I keep running my fingers though my hair, like some nervous habit. For a guy who has always been a little on the shaggy side, this is going to be a big deal.

It shouldn't be. It is only hair. It will after all, grow back. (I hope)

Oh well, it's not like I have to look at the top of my head.

So perhaps it is the rest of you that should be nervous, when tomorrow my bumpy, block of a head is revealed to the light of day for the first time since the 70's. Perhaps I should be handing out sunglasses to those around me this weekend should the sun be shining, as I wouldn't want to blind anyone with my newly polished chrome dome.

Then again, this may be some kind of pay back to all those with polished noggins who have gone before, to whom I have cracked a joke or two at their expense. How the tables will be turning.

There has been promise/threat of video taping the event for posterity. If so, I'm sure it will not be rated PG.

I guess we can't forget that this is all for a good cause. If the money raised by this, for the Terry Fox Fund, makes one iota of an improvement in a cancer patients life, then what ever humiliation I suffer over a measly hair cut is not worth talking about. It's a very small price to make a difference.

Besides, look at all the cash I'm going to save not needing to buy shampoo.