Salt and Peppa's here...

That title is so apropos as it is quite reminiscent of my youth; middle school dance off's and such. It is also a euphemism for graying hair...

Today, after showering, I notice a single grayish-white hair sprouting through my otherwise mahogany coif. After staring at it for several seconds I began to reflect on the cycle of life and how perhaps graying hair is natures way of slowly unveiling the staging of our lives. With each new sprout we should reflect on the progression of our lives and embrace the transition... 

....and then I thought "Uh HEEll no! I'm too young for gray hair!!" and I yanked that MF'r right out.

Reflection still occurs, I'm just going to hang on to my all dark locks for a lil bit longer, thank you.