JOE FRIEND WHY YOU SO BALD ?

PICTURE DAY Its the Fall of 1971. Picture day is here you get all ready from ya Butterfly collar shirt with the saggy shirt arms and your black or brown corduroy jeans with your Buster Browns or them big azz Brougham shoes. Man yall im talkin about you have everything perfect...EVERYTHING.... and ahh big baby .. we aint even talkin about last night when mama went and threw that AFRO SHEEN BLOWOUT kit in your hair.. You spent an hour gettin them naps combed out another 30 minutes of that dayum relaxer burnin ya dayum scalp ( all this shit had to be the modern day equivalent between Ancient Chinese Torture Techniques and Child Abuse & Endangerment) but oh well who gave a dayum cause ...SHEEEEIT u thought ya azz was doin sumn then !! had the hair picked out and ready for picture taken....BUT ANY DAYUM WAY .... Aiight so we all up in the line waitin for our turn...We feelin happy as hell.. u know doin our thang ... but hell we noticed somethin real mahfuggin strange .When the kids go behind that big ass umbrella and disappear outta site , they reappear after what seems like half and hour, ..cryin..snifflin ... snortin...hair all jacked the fugg up...im settin there thinkin..WTF !!! Now I need to let yall see what was going on... you bout to see the pictures of the little girls that were in the line in front of us BEFORE they went through the curtain..and AFTER they went through the curtain ...... BEFORE going behind the curtain AFTER going behind the curtain THEM LITTLE BLACK COMBS Ok so now Im shakin and trippin. Me and the other guys tryin to figure out WTH is happenin behind that dayum curtain. Well before we knew it hell our asses were next to go behind that mahfugga....and I just happened to be NEXT MAN UP !!I gotta tell yall.. i aint gonna lie my lil midget azz was scared !! So outta nowhere this big azz lump comes up in my throat . I get behind there and all I see is this big fat white guy with over-alls, smokin a cigarette, and a big cigar box full of black combs settin on this table.....Right about now I feel like im bout to get tried and convicted by Festus Mcgillacutty..IM EVEN MORE SCARED NOW.... Ok now so festus asks me to set down...and im chokin on all that cigarette smoke too mind u .. so I set on this stool while he gets behind this big azz Captain Marvel ray gun lookin thing thats supposed to be a dayum camera... So after a brief speech Festus says take one of those "little black combs and comb your hair " ...I get up ...look in the box of combs at these little bitty azz combs with teeth so small they couldnt part the hair off a ants eye brow!...IM thinkin this mahfugga is mad crazy ..or sumn... Hell i know when mama used to get teh kinks out my hair she used to go outside and get the yard rake just to get through my hair on the first stroke...!!! So now im shakin my head at this crazy mahfugga Festus (the over all wearin mahfugga that he was) Aint gonna pull that dayum comb threw my nappy ass head...even thow i I had the fresh blow out kit in it... I AINT DOIN THAT SHIT !!..well he commences to walk toward me.. grab the comb str8 outta my hand..and holds me down by the head between his arms and he COMBS...and COMBS and PULLS and TUGs and RIPS and yanks @ my head till the only thing i had left in that room that was mine was my buster browns i had on..... he flashed teh picture.. i ran up out that bitch runnin like a pimp in a pussy parade!... knocked over all the furniture ....EVERYTHING... Needless to say to this day... I DONT HAVE HAIR THE FIRST ON MY HEAD..OR 90 % of my body either... Picture days.... they are about some life changin experiences.....