It was calling me and I couldn’t resist. The dark Caesar had twice seduced me with carefree days. The allure is that those days did not begin with taming or un-taming my knottiness, nor did they end with a nightly ritual of control and covering my hair. While I love every kink and coil, the Caesar is most generous. The Caesar gives me time, strokes my esteem, has convinced me that there is no such thing as a bad hair day and without fail, the Caesar cooperates with my wardrobe. Never is there fuss, not even if I try; everything just fits. When I look in the mirror, the Caesar looks back at me and affirms naked confidence. With each time, the Caesar teaches me to be more bold, urges me to be more daring and more secure with self. This time is no different. As I sit in Rod’s chair for my third go round, I welcome the ego boost. I am eager for the instant facelift. I am ready, for the world…and the Atlanta Jazz Festival Preview Party hosted by Mayor Kasim Reed.
Shout out to my barber Hot Rod… I totally trust those hands.