Jesus
I grew my hair long, because I could…
I remember a group of japanese girls, staring at me like I was Jesus walking into the underground.
I also remember cops destroying my negatives roll because I had’nt the right haircut and I should have had drugs in my pockets.
When my dreadlocks time was over I shaved it all off… and I became a good boy again.
Old people weren’t afraid of me anymore and cops talked to me as I was their equal.
The habit makes the monk.
