The Rolling Stones — Fingerprint File
During the course of a week I spend a goodly amount of time in front of a sink and mirror, shaving my head. This mostly due to the facts that I have a large head, I like my sh*t to look nice and tight, and I don’t have the accent to pull of the Jason Statham cut. One of the ancillary effects that come from me: A. Having a large head B. Favoring my sh*t looking nice and tight and finally C. Not having the accent to pull of the eroded hairline look is that I use my time in front of the sink and mirror to reflect on life and brainstorm.
I don’t know if it’s the fact it’s just me and my reflection that brings this on but in the wake of my mental restructuring I’ve found that it is a great time to get things done.
For instance, I’ve been toying around with writing for more than a few years but now that I’ve put my mind into it this has been the time when I work out major and minor kinks about titles, characters, and plots that have caused me to hit various snags. Afterwards, it’s off to Evernote so that I don’t lose the idea. Yes, it’s an odd process but it’s mine.
On the days when I’m not off in my head making up stories I find myself reflecting on the way life used to be. [i]
This morning I caught myself thinking back on being at a Circle K, pumping gas, and Miss Moneypenny’s sweet ass copping Sweet Tarts and Spree’s to eat on our way to the hospital in Fairfax (STAND. THE. F**K. UP!) to see my mom. It was a dope yet subtle move that calmed me down when I needed to be calmed down.
On days in the past I’ve thought about random things like my man Mario calling me in the middle of the day, while we’re both at work to ask me if I remembered the Clyde Frog Show and spending the next 10 minutes laughing our a**es off about it. (I was actually laughing so hard that I was crying.)
In all I’ve come to value my time shaving my head. I’ve come to the point where I make the most out of the process. When you need to get your head straight to brainstorm, laugh, cry, or calm down, where do you go? Who do you see? What’s your process? Let me know.
Vaya con Dios.